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Lyricist: South Park Mexican, Bing & Grimm
Lyrics:
This town like a great big pussy, just waitin' to get fucked I'm tellin' you, I, I shoulda come here ten years ago I'da been a, a millionaire by this time By this time, I'd have my own boat, my own car, my own golf course In this country, you gotta make the money first Then when you get the money, you get the power Then when you get the power, then you get the women That's why you gotta make your own moves
I come from the under, bring the rain and the thunder double pumper a burnin' rubber in yo baby mother Fuck supper, I'll eat yo bitch ass up for breakfast In Texas, we blast first and then ask questions Competition, all you can do is keep wishin' you need to shut yo muthafuckin' ass up and listen The prison system's winnin', a losin' battle Puttin' hate in our heart, we got more beef than cattle Mexicans killin' Mexicans I'm tired of you jealous men Mad cause I'm movin' on up like the Jeffersons Easy pickins, I made a livin' cookin' chickens The sickest, now my flow is harder than my dick is You bump your two lips and I'ma bust my two clips That's two hollow tips to make you do two flips Cause I'm a fool and a nut that really don't give a fuck Buckle up and do a drive-by in my grandpa's truck
Look, the time has come; we gotta expand The whole operation, distribution New York, Chicago, L.A We gotta set our own mark, and enforce it We gotta think big now
I got my mind on dollar signs, blowin' lime dimes of pine My time to shine, you don't know Bing man he fine Proceed to shine, and blind, dedicated to my rhymes Top down, showin' spine, as I crawl on the grind See I shut 'em down. Stop flexin' I'm bustin' rhymes Bullet clips and slimes, you stop up at the stop sign Think sharp like Einstein, syrup and crush combined Drippin' paint on recline, keep my broads in line Come and find these niggaz swear to God they wreckin' the scene I'm so tired like Al Green; oh you ain't heard about Bing? Baby moma's on ding-a-ling, they exposin the G-String Say they panties got wet, the first time that they peeped me I ain't no hoe, I sip 4's, get throwed and watch sports Swangin' '84's, indo, blowin' 'dro on the road Stackin' C-notes, makin' bitch niggas full of they own dope 'til the day that I go southeast in Grando fo sho
I know all that bullshit, save your breath You got nothing on me You know it, I know it I'm changing dollar bills You wanna waste my time? - okay Call my lawyer He's the best lawyer in Miami He's such a good lawyer That by tomorrow morning, You're gonna be working in Alaska
Woke up this morning, in a room that was padded up Strapped to the bed, couldn't move, got me mad enough I screamed at the top of my lungs, 'Where am I, what have I done?' They stuffed my mouth so I couldn't bite my tongue Then they opened my arm and a needle stung From the lithium the maximum sedation Seven hours later I made a vague interrogation They sayin' I burnt this man, and his wife, and they kids It appears none of them lived, I can't remember if I did But they insist that I'm the arsonist, claimin' that my part in this Was that I doused the bodies in the dark and stayed up off of this But not before I snapped the necks of each and everyone of 'em Only cause it's cleaner than the runnin' up and gunnin' 'em Then I stacked them up and grabbed the gas for the soakin' 'em Actin' like they dead while the fumes was just chokin' 'em Now it's comin' back to me, reality, that would be Yes I set the fire that's beyond the common casualty
What you think I am, huh? What you think I am a fuckin' worm like you? I told you already, I told you, don't fuck with me! I told you, no fuckin' kids, no but you wouldn't listen
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