I'm better than them limey pin-heads in Europe-y 12 gauge in their back, hell would stop their mopin' I'm a truckin' red stop and I...just refuse to
I'm better than them limey pin-heads in Europe-y 12 gauge in their back, hell would stop their mopin' I'm a truckin' red stop and I...just refuse to die
pie I'm better than them limey pin-heads in Europe-y 12 gauge in their back, hell would stop their mopin' I'm a truckin' red stop and I...just refuse
they mothers and they ex-lovers So go ahead bitch pop the X So I can work your neck in the back of my Vett Red bones, I hate 'em no question I like fat
to test my pimpin' To see what I'm all about But speakin to soon I got blasted When I stepped up out tha Cadillac Vision blur I'm seein' 9-9 I was
bad knees and an ingrown duel claw bitch, you got lucky with the phone calls and the spread sheets so, cut the crap out along with the cigarettes and the red
daze, the horse goes boiling out I run my spurs into his neck and then I drag 'em out My mind is in a blur, my eyes are seeing red The flank catch slams
m a mega-turrican (?) Wakin' up and it's all a blur again If I'm alive... If I'm alive... If I'm alive... If I'm still alive... Red Skull more like skull
Can you find last night for me? Repeat what he said to me Smell his breath on my neck Can you taste him still? Nibbled skin, skin turns red His eyelash
lead grinnin, tilted red brimmin Makin the lights inside of your head dimmin Givin head to men and, leave a knife in they chest with a red ribbon Bread
seeing the clones Now everybody on they videos doing a sweet Jones [Chorus] [Verse Three: Bun B] We runnin' through this rap game in break-neck speed, break-neck
they ex-lovers (that's true) So go ahead bitch pop the X so I can work your neck in the back of my Vett (ahh!) Red bones, I hate 'em no question I like
tryin to test my pimpin' To see what i'm all about But speakin to soon i got blasted When i stepped up out tha cadillac Vision blur i'm seein' 9-9 I was
to test my pimpin' To see what i'm all about But speakin to soon i got blasted When i stepped up out tha cadillac Vision blur i'm seein' 9-9 I was up
the Freestyle King, you perpitraters go to camp While y'all wearing c.d.'s, me and my click shine like lamps [Hook x4] [D-Red:] My piece shine bright
