i'll shit on you i will shit on you i'll shit on you girl you know its true i'll shit on you bitch or man i'll shit on you i will shit on you
i remain fatter than gluttony taping bombs to the back of record companies blow them up if they ain't want me the national guard, they scared to hunt me i love beef; i got you hoes duckin me a drug thief, bitch i'll take your marijuana these slugs with keep your ass away from my corner i drown niggas in hundred degree saunas you can act a fool if you wanna (bitch) it's this lyrical piranha strapped with a grenade, in the pool with your mama attack her by the legs then i pull her to the bottom twist nothin up like a condom slap it if you fuckers got a problem when i see them, you hoes ending up in a fuckin mausoleum or hidden in the trunk of a black and gold bm pull in the garage while you screamin keep the motor on then i'm leaving (i'll shit on you!) i'll shit on you!
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i will shit on you i don't care who you are (i'll shit on you!) i don't give a fuck about you or your car (i'll shit on you!) fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch (i'll shit on you!) fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family (i'll shit on you!)
i'm a alcoholic with the fucking toilet pass the hot dogs (bizarre aren't you islamic?) bitch shut your fucking mouth i'ma keep eating 'till richard simmons comes to my house with a chain saw to cut me out i'll fuck your wife i had sex since i met her i'm to busy fucking, your 12 year old baby sitter and all women ain't shit only good for cooking, cleaning and sucking dick and thats it (i said it) i was responsible for killing john candy i got jonbenet ramsey in my ninety eight camry i don't give a fuck who you are i'll shit on anybody truly yours the idiotic bizarre
my adolescent years weren't shit 'till what i do now i never grew up i was born grown, and grew down the older i get, the dumber the shit, i get in the more ignorant, the incident, is i fit in ignoring the shit how boring it gets when there's no one to hit i don't know when to quit throwing a fit i know i'm a bit flaky but they make me its they who raised me and say the can take me its they who legs i brake and make achy its they who mistake me and make me so angry (i'll shit on you!) i'll spit on you start pissing and do the opposite on you you weren't listening, i said i'll cop a squat on you start spilling my guts like chicken cordon blew and straight shit like notorious b.i.g. did to that bitch on his skit on his last album pull my pants down and..
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[kon artist] is richard pryor still alive? if not i'm sicker than he was prior to him dying (what?) born brainless, this steel ain't stainless your bloodstains are all over this steel god dang-it bitch bring it, these niggas that i hang with will hang you up naked by your ankles dangling my need i stay strangling i don't need your help if you gon' give me the pussy i'll un-loosen my belt (i'll shit on you!) i'll punch your daddy not, your mom's kinda cock your sister tends court, your aunt supply her rocks buck fifty cross your neck floss your teck, i'll beat you with it across your chest
it's only right i jack your car keys and run spent all of my advancements on weed and guns for fun, when i'm drunk i'll run a truck through the weed house jump out and beat your peeps down worst than steve stout put you in chokeholds i learned last week from the police man who caught me stealing weed from his jeep (hey, hey, hey!) i see hoes biting, y'all don't wanna brawl thats like d-bo fightin peablo bryson (i'll shit on you) so what you hollering and yelling about i'll reach in your mouth and pull your fucking skeleton out niggas get hit with a two piece,"bling bling" with a poisonous sting i'm such a violent thing
once i get on two, hits of x my disk slips and disconnects 'till i walk around this bitch with a twisted neck but still shit on the first bitch who disrespects (c'mon, i'll shit on you!) over reaction is my only reaction which only sets off a chain reaction and puts five more zainiac than maniacs in action a rat pack in black jackets who pack ten nine millimeters, five criminals pulling heaters and spilling liters of blood like swimming pools shiesty individuals shoot at bitches too {*bullets spray*} a lot of people say misoginistic which is true i can't deny it matter of fact i stand by it so please stand by it before we start up a damn riot if you don't wanna get stampeded then stand quiet boy girl dog woman man child i'll shit on you!
BITCH
