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I type all this shit last night, when I was all tweaked out, so it looked perfect to me when I was finially done,
but I looked over it today and there are some words fuck up like an it where there should be an if
but My eyes feel like there gonna bleed from not sleepin, and basically geekin 2 nights in a row to make this page
so if I read another pimpadelic lyric today I gonna kill myself
Sorry, to all the perpetraitor who need the lyrics cause you can't rhyme
I will fix it later
Lay, BK
Hated
Nothing to do and all day to do it
But it you had some crime or coke you're damn straight that I'd do it
When I was young I used to go by the title Stickup Kid
Hands up, Money moves, or your ass was did
But superfly life cuts like a butterfly knife
You pull a job with one loose string and then your paying the price
Things grew harder and harder on down the line
Yo, Desperate time cause illegitimate crimes to happen
Steadily crappin' out was not all I was about
Now if you had some dank or money, microphone,
Yeah, then I'll turn it out
Be true to number one, get you a chunk if you want one
Then keep your mind on your loot, son, not how to shoot a gun
One way or another, the drawls was comin' down
You messed around and sexed 5 pimps
And now you don't come around
Any longa; said that we was wrong, we that she was younga
16 years old, thats why we hit it that much stronga
Suffered the consequences, then came to ya senses
For instance got ya thinkin' ducked the reaper by inches
With ya ass whipped blue-black, and my pockets just too fat
Drink up some gin, you're sure to sin, we'll take advantage of that
It's survival of the fittest and I'm wid it, so you get it
Yo, we stole all of your ends, and plus your dank and then we lit up
Up put your hands if ya don't won't ya raise up
Pocketful of stone everybody get up get up
Nobody ever told me, I found out for myself;
Hey, boy you better slow your roll
Just to get in where you fit in, had to sell your soul
It's not how you the game, It's if you win or lose
It's a shame that the game had you living in sin, now your dead
Another chance I bet you'd do it again
Damn it feels good to be hated
You're pissed off 'cause we made
Can't take, cause you can't fade it
I the cleanest ryhmes, no rapper can touch
Always on point, dropping drunk at the club
People come up to the door and ask "who on the mic?"
Smooth claimin' he's a pimp-is he black, is he white
But it don't matter 'cause I got ryhmes fatter than most
Inject my venom, when it's in 'em they say up the dose
My calling card's a microphone, like drinkin' beer and gettin' stoned
I'll hit your girl while your not at home, bet
Always doing dirt and lifting skirts, ganking chicks, I'll never work
I never knew no better than raise my hand to any woman
When your a pimp, you got to be hated
I'm a pimp, I got to be hated
Now Ya See It
There is one thing you can't disguise
When you got the hurting for a real man
Recognize that look in your eyes
You know your man can't love quite like I can
You dropped your drawers, ain't no surprise
I told you I loved you and you really believed it
I filled your head up straight full of lies
It ain't nothing but a thing to a player
Now ya see it
What do you wanna hear, baby doll, whats up?
Throw around the word love, I don't give a cup
Of bandy, man, the hours seem to fly
Getting high off the words that a player recites
You're kind of tight, keep your motor clean
A hooker but a looker; first I treat like a queen
The aftermath, feeling ill after
Getting what I wanted
Promised you an endless love
And by those words you're haunted
Jump in the back seat of this
P-I-M-P's ride, lose your virginity
Suddenly it happened, threw the dice
And now your crapping
Out'n poutin'' in face and now I'm slapping'
Next Episode, 17 years old
Fell for the same lines that I'd dropped before
L-O-V-E is an L-I-E, G
Before I hit the door
I leave my girls with brunt knees
Jump in the back seat of this
P-I-M-P's ride, lose your virginity
Crying, 'cause I'm lying, I trying violation
Was it for taking money?
Hell no, for strangulation
Pistol-whipped, hit a lick; if its hits, hit a trick
Love in your face, damn it feels good to be a pimp
Shakin' tail, movin' hips, yeah you got the ass
Cadillac out front when you get outta class
Infected with something that you already caught
5 pimps in a Caddy, tell your daddy you bought
The lies, the deceit, every guy you meet
Tells you to stay away from the Blue Mound freaks
Pickin' A Bone
I was fucking MISLED
grew up corrupt, better off dead
And it's just TOO BAD
I'm still fucking shit up just like I said
It'll take more juice than you got to keep the kid down
Blue Mound Strangler, nowhere to be found
All the bitches by there mothers were warned
Misinformed at first-heard I was bad-but I'm worse
I could never Repent
It's alittle too late to be Heaven-sent
And I won't TAKE BACK
Anything I've said or done to you or anyone
I'm a user, bitch abuser-step the fuck back
Statutory rapper rolling in a Cadillac
Like David Allen Coe, you know I'm a rebel
Easy Jesus the pimp, pimpin' for the devil
Pissed off you're creepin my block
Just another moutherfucker on a roll to get got
All lone and you're pickin' a bone
Be a man-take you ass- whippin' and go home
Give it here to me, I pulled it back and I said please
Before the merchandise comes off,
I got to get tha 20 Gs
No mickey-mouse bullshit, business is how I pull shit
You pulled ends, I pulled my gun
I'm makin' a fat lick
Tha dumps ya down in, some tears and a frown then
You try to flex some nutts
You're creepin though my town's end
Your ass in a leatherette, back to your punk set
R.I.P to all MCs who give up no respect
Tits (Will Be Alright)
While we drop the shit now ladies
Drop your drawers tonight
And if you don't want to show pussy baby
Tits will be alright
It was summertime, my rhymes were platnuim-plated
Had a rat on the line, she said don't be late
It was 2 hours later, yes, I had to degrade her
Cause the name is D.I.R.T and a visit what I paid her
Trouble, after I stuck it, started burning on the double
And then I thought about her lover-grab the shovel
Started diggin' up bones, sorry Holmes, ya got burnt, too
But don't talk to me, you got someone else to turn to
It's the way of life, and the chance ya takin'
The disco ball is turnin' and I'm startin' the breakin'
A fine bitch on my leftin a little leather kit
Please forget about disease and let me see them little tits
Every night I say get on up
To the bitches on the front row, struttin' they stuff
Tough luck to the punks with their dicks in their hand
Saw me fuck it up proper, now they're startin' a band
I get higher than a motherfucker, drunk as hell
I use bitches just for fuckin' and to post my bail
Skirts tend to get hiked when I grab the mic
Fightin' over the dick of Easy the pimp-right?
I like butt-fuckin' a bitch after a show
Pull out her ass tell her grab it and blow
Yo, hoes realize that I am player then they get mad
Believed what I said in bad thats too bad
Ooh, baby I like it raw-I'm a young dirty bastard
Spit in your shit so I can fuck you faster
Easy does it, and I always have
Got a big fuck you for a ho and her dad
It's rad when these sluts get buck on the stage
Stick around later and we'll get shitfaced
Then I let my boys get in on the game
Stick a dick in the bitches, I'll take the blame
So motherfuckers give 'em hand
Help the bitches up with the band
If you want to, show them cans
If you don't in the middle of the pit you'll land
Today Is The Day
Today is the day you will learn the hard way
All the punks will get out to the test
And I want to remind you each time you decide to
Step outside you betta wear a bulletproof vest
Thought you had some back,
We had backed up on fences
Feelin' ill after tha beat-down, and now we're takin' no offenses
To the stories of your territory, myths about your setback
Ears are burnin' head are turnin'
When we're comin' bet that
That was then and this is now
We want the money and the power
Watch what you say when we're hopped up on zay
Tell your friends keep their ends in a safe
Stepped in more shit than you wanted to get on you
Now its time for Easy J to bring the pain
Going to Hell, but we're not Hellafied
Try to get with the pimp, simply suicide
Hide your face, place the call, go get the crew
'Cause when I get a little crazy, you never know what I'll do
Back in the day we sold dope to get paid
Now we bust rhymes, and snort lines all the time
Before I get behind you, just let me remind you
Of all the times that you dissed me in the past
No horns in my head, but 'cause I'm white, call me the Devil
Just another level, hella whebols rap juevos
Step to me-hear bang
Blue Mound Stranglers is the name of the gang
You know I got nuts and I love to let's hang
Check Yourself
Yo, if you ain't got no respect for those
Who keep them hos in check
Suppose you oughta be enlightened
Try grabbing the mic-hell no, not yet
Retaliation is inflicting, for this juice I gotta thirst cause the
First things are first, so be expecting the worst
Appetite for destruction, time for action
Interruption ain't tolerated
You overrated small-time, get you some nutts
And come see me, you wantin' to be me
But I got news, scandalous bitch
I'm duckin' ya ass just like Ali
Verse 2 sent to Hell for you
The Devil says that I remembered you
Twice shy, once bitten, from the time from before
Time to settle the score, I got some firepower
But the Devils got much more, c'mon
Lean to the side of your ride, act like a big shot
I wink my eye, surprise, your gonna get got
The name of the game is comin' up no matter how
You got the last word at first
Your in a trunk, who's laughin' now?
Before you step to me, you better check yourself
Before you test me, you better test yourself
Before you check me, you better check yourself
Check yourself
Power, to my people on the North Side
Lunatic chicks on my tip in a ho-ride
I think it's funny, went from broke to makin' money
If you wanna front, you better ricochet, cuz
Do ya wanna throw
I don't think so
I didn't think so
You're headed toward the door
You don't even know
Hey, yo, E.J. the pimp, I think that you got it now
Middle Finger
What do you think when you look at me, fool?
Fuck a preacher, fuck a teacher, I'll take your ass to school
I'm amused that you thought you could come up in my face
Every time I turn around I'm always catchin' a case
Because I'm hated-you wait too fuckin' long
Now I'm hittin' your ass like crack on a glass bong, bitch
I got a mad switch, don't hit; the description, I fit it
I'm treated like O.J.-the people know that I did it
Everybody asks the question, I've got the answer
Middle finger, moutherfucker, hope it spreads like cancer
Middle finger, moutherfucker
For any rock, she sucks the cock
I'm talkin' about that little hooker runnin' out there on the block
With chapped lips, hit licks, off these sticks, with hard dick
That will slip, if the bitch will get slick, grab your shit, bitch
Thunder only happens when its raining
Players only love ya when there playin'
Bangin' a bitch is what I'm sayin'
Comes naturally, financially a bitch just ain't shit
The way I've fucked'em all my life gives the ability to spit
About it
Hypocritical, lyrical strangler with an iron mic
Mike Tyson should've won the goddamn fight
I'm white trash with fuck raps rolling off my tongue
That I was through with fuck you, but I've just begun, son
To tell the way to use 'em bruise 'em up
Abuse the bitch-who gives a fuck?
If it's your girl, you're steppin' up,
Your gettin' stuck
Thinkin' about tha way you were grabbin' your gat to spray
Dead in a ditch over a bitch
Now what the fuck you got ta say D.K.?
Pissin' Needles
We fucked a bitch named Kelly, her pussy was smelly
We balled her like Telly Savalas;
She called us, we picked her up
In Vach's truck and took her to the 8-2-1
2 STDs on the run
Yo, fuck the small talk-bitch-you wanna walk?
About then is when she started nibblin' on my foreskin
We filled her asshole up like a tank of unleaded
She bragged to her whack friends, got big-headed
As her head was bobbin' my dick was throbbin'
There ain't nothing like a good free clinic swabbin'
My dicks been through a hard day's night
Like the Beatles
And now I'm pissin' needles
Speaking about the clap from the ho, well
We all started dripping after the dipping into Rochelle
Drip piss drop, my urine's gettin' hot
Peepin' out pus, I'm startin' to cuss
Like the time we fucked Gysy, drank and got tipsy
Didn't know she had a bad case of the drip, G
So we boned her, left disowned her
Just like Corrie the rat, she licks sack
Sucks dick like a professional
And just got the congressional
Medal, we're honor like stink on shit
Sucked her tits in the first verse,
Here comes the sequel
Everybody's pissin' needles
Girls-tramps-sluts-thats what they're telling me
A guaranteed way to get a fucking felony
Charge on your ass, justice in motion
A fine bitch, drinkin' my potoin
Wanna commence to fuckin; first maybe I make her suck it
Swallow my pride, bust a nut in eye for an eye
Like the karate movie, "bend over-do me"
Bitch, shut up, "then screw me"
You ain't a model or a rich bitch, so don't switch
Your fucking story or try
To ignore me you fucking whore
Is that what you've been called?
'Cause you been getting balled
Since you was a child we've been gettin' buck wild
It' the P to I to M to P to A to D to E to L to I to the C
It' the P to I to M to P to A to D to E to L to I to the C
Blasphemy
I be that front-page pimp, sorry son of a bitch
Switch to player, rhyme sayer from the Blue Moun clique
I got an ace up my sleeve, cheatin' bitches to win
Like Gene Simmons solo record living in sin
In the beginning I was in it to win it, never worried
About the punk motherfuckers that were wantin me buried
I get chased by the law, wanted by the daddies
Of all the virgin girls I fuck in the back of my Caddy
They ask me why I do it, how I do it, preaching this shit
Fucking underage on every fuckin' page of my script
Look out for your own ass, fuck all the rest!
Blasphemy-it's how I live
I cussin' the parents and fuckin' thier kids
Quit asking me where I live
I'm still cussin' the parents and fuckin' thier kids
A ride creepin' up tha block sounds similar
It's gotta be my partner, Easy
With a sleazy tramp oh yeah I'm feelin' ya
A likely contender, a 3 day bender
Used and abused, stamped return to sender
Down to a clown any bitches on the block
Round tha town you know the shit don't stop
Rollin' up some sweets, now I'm headed out the door
I lit up, she got me off & then it's like you get out, whore
You wonder why I never ever trust a bitch who will get clever
When they're scandalous
You're handle this because it's for the better
And whether or not you ever get caught up
By a tender remember there's a lot of blasphmey
Step back motherfucker, don't even ask why
Easy Jesus sprayed cum in your girlfriends eye
You'll be blinkin' while you're thinkin' how you got done dirty
Youse a joto, I gets loco, never live to see 30
I don't give a fuck, I wanna die, you wonder why
A motherfucker like me is fuckin your daugther, G
Blow your brains out, slit your wrist , I hope you all die
You goddamn right I'm pissed about this life
I wanna be a role model, tell'em to hate
Make a bitch wait for cum while I masturbate
Whether or not you ever get caught up
With tender remember there's a lot of blasphemy
Whats Your Name
I'm warnin' ya, tha formula, likeporn you never saw before
If you don't come along, I just keep hittin' it til my fist are raw
The statutory story ya heard about the dirty was false
She said the age was 17, continued to droppin' the drawls
Then I couldn't help, the bitch was packin' the juice
Thought I'd go gor self, said fuck it, tender lets get loose
Silk panties and a trainin' bra no reason to stall
Thought that a razor was the reason why the pussy was bald
Static interference was her parent when they drove up
Open thier daugther's door to find
The pimp that's dirty stove-up
No need to make excuses proir to be planin' an escape
She's only 14 years old yeah, the Dirty K date-rape
Whats your name?
Whats your name, bitch?
I need some strange
You know my game, bitch
Sometimes I hope someone could grant all my wishes
Like fucking Gwen Stefani or shooting up with Sid Vicious
But get this-I'm in a Lexus living sexist in Texas shit
Getting pages from bitches wantin'
To get in birtches, so fuck it
Scope Dirty K around 3 o'clock
Yo, Easy, head to school so we can make the block
We be lookin' for some hookers that'll make the grade
You know the 7th though11th, Tight Pussy Brigade
Save the talkin' for later, you know the walkin' we'll make her
Get down on your knees so I can spread my disease
I be grinnin' like the Devil, Charles Manson's to blame
Get the fuck out you slut; by the way,
Whats your motherfuckin' name
Motherfuckers, shut the fuck and tell your bitch to listen
If they're old enought to fuck, thier in the right position
I'm a flithy motherfucker so I know ya can't stand me
Askin' them girls if they want some candy
In a 64 open the door and jump on in
I love bald little pussy and tight rear ends
You know I hump'em then I dump'em when they're 17
Cause I like'em a younger if you know what I mean
Your sayin' that you don't like Larry Flynt
But now your daugthers comin' home with both her knees skinned
Ask me if I did Easy Jesus says noway
Knowing damn well I'm as guilty as O.J.
I Got Tha Rhyme
Step on up, I won't have you sittin' down
So jump around to the shit I'm spittin'
Out my mouth flows smooth and sincere rhymes
Criminal high times-don't fuck with me
G-in the place to be
Dirty K and Easy Jesus, the Pimp
Are gonna fuck it up correctly
We got the grip, we gonna take you on a trip
Blastin' moutherfuckers, wreckin' micrdphones
Then we get lit off the thick boo dank that we're rollin'
Went to a party, scooped dome bitches
Now we're strollin'
Puffin' on fat blunts, sippin' on cheap wine
Bitches on my dick, strapped with a tech-9
I got more rhymes than the L.A. Times sales pappers
Ain't no vapors in the Mound, get down
To the Pimp sound that's going around
And the Stranglers can't be found
Livin' for the minute, always smokin' the weed
Bumpin' Breed, wear tweed
Gettin' seeds in my sackain't cool
But you know I love fat spliffs
Been smoking IndoChronic
Since the old days in high school
Got a tool in my trousers, Sha Na Na ya like Bowser
Rollin' a funky joint real quick, steel prick, big dick
Erection, injection, infection, protection
To get more STDs we don't use protection
On a long schlong that'll her feel good
Catchin' more rats than a trap would
More splinters chilling than some chopped up wood
Fuck with Pimpadelic-motherfucker never should
You got the time I got the rhyme
Fiend
I lie in my cell and suffer like hell
For the want of a shot of dope
Begging to spare or be sent to the chair
Or bumped off the at the end of a rope
All my life I've ranted and raved
And the things that I craved
Soothe my raw, ragged nerves
And I pray with hope to the goodness of dope
Whose ever pity I deserve
You say don't want it
Say ya don't but I know ya do
You say you don't need it
You're addicted to tha shit and you know it's true
You say you don't like it
You love it so much it tears your ass apart
You might like if you try it
Stick a needle in your arm
Put a hole in your heart
Get the fuck outta here as my mom sheds a tear
Then she told me that you're not alone
Walked out of her life, I had my bags packed
Saw some niggaz that were shootin' some bones
I said dice game 7 come 11
Only roll in the lonely ones
Losin my ass I had to get some
Juice for my status if I wanted the fattest
Caddies, jewelry, and bitches
Pimp clique be the maddest
Caught It From Me
Elected superficial chicks that wanna
Check out my credentials
Rhymes of the times and the flows I kick is quite Essential
Passing by I got the feelin' that ya fuckin' me
The stlyes are gettin' dirty and the fellin'
That I'm peelin', see
Sloppy spits is what you get; wanna match some wits
Slit your wrist, you gotta split; I'm a hard-to-get with kid
A higher level of learning, out is how my turning
Went up in it with out a jimmy, now when I urinate
It's burning
Yo, we's some players and we crush alot
Try to run some upon this crew and
Then you'll get bucked apart
We're gettin' sick, just watch the fire get higher
Yo, you's a bitter, I'm whiter trash; grab the mic and retire
See ya later perpetraitor
Curious about your girl claimin' spectator, gotta hate her
But gotta love at the same time
Don't let her get outta line: you might find
Shes with the rhinestone cowboy, better known as Easy J.
Eatin' up your girl like tooth decay
Yo, I'm heartless and crazy, blame for making babies
But your out of luck, cause I pull out when I buck the ladies
You took it and you got it from me
Still thinking about the way it could be
You got it and you caught for me
First time in the sack, trick best try and get with me
You took it and you got it from me
Still thinking about the way it could be
You got it and you caught for me
Sweets dropped her panties then came correctly
People talkin' and they're sayin' that you're leavin', decievin'
You even got your boyfriend believin'
Weavin' lies about the ties you got with and the guys
Comin' home with 2 back eyes it's kinda hard to disguise
I've been with trailer park trash and rad girls with cash
But wink, I think I'll take the money over the ass
Despised by those who lost their money and hos to me
Friends and foes and thats not how it's supposed to be
Some razor sharpness for you ass
That I think you don't want
Bombing atomically, I promise thee put it out like a blunt
Tables have turned, lessons learned,
Yeah, you got me to blame
Same thing with the last dame caught in the pimp game
My Style
You can say that I try to be somethin' that I'm not
Cause I make like Scarface and I Rap-A-Lot
But the shit I tellin' it ain't because I'm rebellin'
I'm just a pissed off blue collar
Wantin' a dollar for bailin' a felon
Sellin' more records then I did last year
Tellin' bitches just ta fuckem' what they want ta hear
I love you's the line I used back in the day
When the player-haters laugh this is what I say
I never thought I wasn't better than you
Even though you had cool cloths and a fly-ass stereo
I never though wasn't better than you
Although I fucked your ho, rich kids got it better, yo
I never thought I was better than you
A big mouth and a rad car won't get you too far
I never thought I wasn't better than you
Step back, ya done
You know we take it to the maximum
Second we step in the club, my team is slappin'em
Electric ladies unavailable to find
Come see Dirty K. with some money, I' give you the time
Motel 6 room 249
50 dollars a nasty or a 100 for a fine
White trash took cash
And he's got my pants saggin'
Try and take my grip you're gonna slip
And now you're entering the dragon
Roll up, stop: another punk in the street
Just dying to get beat
Roll up, stop: stat rap in effect, with some underage sex
Roll up, stop: training bra, raw dog,
Yo, I'm tougher than leather
Roll up, stop: Trailer trash, and hash when dork
Would you claim it, never
Often I wonder why I live like I do
Stayin' up don't give a fuck: yo, a coffin will do
Like Bob Seger, I run against the wind
No friends till I started gettin' mucho ends
Another notion devotion is often overlooked
Get your throat cut-what-while pride is took
And then you feel the arms that reach out to choke you
Before you blink I'll snatch your life away
I never thought I was better than you
But now I do!
Five To Go
Another streak on tha mean street
We hit the sweet leaf, get lifted then switch to violent very swiftly
Nifitly is how I put them down
Hellbent and sen for execution on bound
It's 1 to the triple 6, upside-down
I'm still yellin' "Fuck You" to the boys in blue like alway, dude
I'm true in the senss that I ain't gave up
On a dream to be seen as the one who never gave a fuck
Got bored slappin' your whore, but you still get floored
But now you're wise, you realize not to get you more
Quickly is how I put her down
Hellbent and sent for penetration
Motherfuckin' Stone Cold like Steve fuckin' Austin
Always straight flossin' approach my ass with caution
Watch me born in 1980 I'm not Slim Shady
Fucked a rat in the ass now I got rabies baby
1999, were gonna bring it to ya
Before I dropped a rhyme, I fuckin sang it to ya
Ain't got no time to take it to another level
I'll blame on the Devil-he made me do it
Clowned in your own town, now its 4 down
5 to go, take care of bussiness and get tore down
Clowned in your own town, now its 4 down
5 to go, yo, Hellafied lets get toe down
I got the sudden night beaver fever
Stompin' with the Pimps and the Hellafied meat cleaver
Polish the steel, then I'll get back at cha
With some Hellafied funk while the Pimps straight slap ya
Strap yourself down, then up goes the tent
Dipose of the hos, Hellafied clownin' with the Pimps
Some sideshow freaks with some shit-kickin' rednecks
Plastered, don't fuck with the ringmaster: next
Clowned in your own town, as we abound
Once if you leave, twice if you stick around
'Cause when we're onstage, we're droppin' the blows
And lettin' you know, after the show we be takin' your hos
And when we split, your tellin' your bitch we ain't shit
The only thing left behind is the bruised slits
Like the egos Hellafied and Pimp amigos
Are tearin' up your fuckin' town like a pack of banditos
White Trash
I light fires in your cities every night as you sleep
I'm like a White Zombie,baby, I'm an Astrocreep
A motherfuckin' loser, but still I got sweets
Mad fuckin lyrics over bomb-ass beats
Like Helter Skelter I be comin' down fast
Bitches come around, get a dick in your ass
Don't step in more shit than you want ta get on ya
I got mad game from here to California
On a mission, bitches be dissing me, don't piss me off
'Cause they can't cope, my rhymes are dope
Y'all can all fuck off, comin' live from Texas
So ya can't compete
You introduce me to your girl, now she's working the street
For Easy Jesus the derelict, don't put up with no disrespect
I'm much more than what you expect
I'll break your motherfuckin' neck
Proper
Fuck the cops that hawk me, right
Like G.G. Allin they ain't gonna take me alive
Statutroy stroies never made back down
I drive a Cadillac, bitch, straight up Blue Mound
I be frontin' motherfuckers tryin' to walk with a limp
Not a player-hater fool, I'm Easy Jesus the pimp
Fuck you, I am white trash
I'll shoot you up like Sid Vicious
Smack your ass like heroin smokin' weed constantly, yes indeed
I do it better than most, I get ghosted after commiting the crime
Polish for prints and jump the fence, then I'm back in my ride
I'm outlaw a microphone is my gun
And like the trenchcoat mafia I wanna kill someone
Motherfuckers panic'cause they know I'm satanic
I don't give a fuck about nobody understand that
Beat from get-go, born in a good times van
My nutts in a sling, a middle finger on my hand
I pop some shit and you put a clip, think your packin nuts,
It's time to wrap it up, and flip the script
No matter where I'm from, this scum is number 1
To get under the velvet robe and watch the bitches flock in tons
Holler, holler, for the good collar, scholar from the
School of hard knocks another day another dollar
Had to bother all the brothers; that smother the nasties that hover
A bone is picked, you know it's your number
Hillbillies from Dixie, triger that are itchy
Got my back attack if a cat tries to get with me
Raised on Hank Jr., Tennessee whiskey, and tattos
In the cradel with my rebel blankie singin' the blues
Daddy was a rollin' stone and a felon
Crystal meth and my sister is what he was sellin'
Statutory stories never made me back down
Stompin' hard with my honkies never makin' a sound
Fuck you pussies who forgot about poor white trash
And if that ain't country, I'll kiss your ass
Fuck you, I am white trash
Vegas
If I had money, everything would be ok .. but i don’t
So i’m gonna drink my life away
You know what they say: good things come to those who wait
I’m tired of waiting... while wine’s fine, hard liquor’s hittin quicker
On this barstoole a damned fool never can see the picture
Of these, wasted days, wasted nights, topless bar fights
Pollutin my sight with white, I’m lyin’ ‘bout my life
Rose-colored glasses intoxicate the real
Fell it kill the wheels from turnin’ my caps are peeled
Through these lurred visions and hurried missions
I Feel the arms stretch out to hold me
With forgiving hands of dope
If I had fame and everyobody knew my name, I’d be okay
Since I don’t, gotta keep drinkin’ my life away for eternity
Good enough for Bon Scott, good enough for me
Constantly I’m approaced by various people
Telling me I need to go and repent ‘neath a steeple
An alcoholic, cokehead, and a dope MC
To me it sets in when you’re out on the road
No need to call Tyrone (you got my number)
Located under E.J. Coe, nephew of David Allan, the outlaw
If I didn’t know I’m
Drownin’ in whiskey, drownin’ in gin
Getting got daily by my so-called friends
Born to lose, dyin’ to win
I feel like killing myself again
And that’s one for the ages, playin’ on beer soaked stages
Stuck together porn pages, I feel like leavin’ Las Vegas
Perpetraitor
Contradictory to the rumor that my heads so big
I worked hard to gank my money call me Easy the kid
But there's always perpetraitors runnin' the streets
Claimin' they pined my lyrics and tapped out our beats
Deceit, lies, look into my eyes
I'm in a Cadi full bad guy, contemplatin' drive-bys
On those who wanna duck us and dis
To all you player-haters I'm gonna tell you like this
Fuck me over once, I might yell at your crew
Fuck me over, the shit'll be on you
Backstabbin' player-hatin' fools, I thought you knew
You got my money in your pocket
And my homies in your shoe
Confused by your tatics, I just can't see
Why all the people in the game you gotta shit on me
And on top of that I hear your claimin' you an innovator
If you ask me you ain't nothin' but a perpetraitor
Out on the road there's hos doin' strolls to make the bankroll
Some roaches come and go just like the one who try to gank ya
Shoot'em up with something sinister
Consider the record of the minister
Dirty K they label "Menace", so I gots to finish ya-uh
End comes soont these slicks
When consumed hittin licks
So slick they stick they dick and now it's time to hit the bricks
No flinch on this side of the fence, we're getting stronger
86'D, dethroned, hence you are no longer
Cheatin' and beatin' the bitches who drinkin' the monkey
It's funky, they're movin' their feet and
Got a problem fallin' from ballin' so indiscreet and
See the world though bloodshot eyes, tell only lies
Feel the six-string cry, you know that dirtys got an alibi
Callin' me boss while your girl grips my sauce
Just one trip to the sack, and then their money they cough
Bought'em nothin' honey, thats the way that it goes
Got'em givin' money that the way I pimp hos
Shit would be cool if you had ends
So you got your gank on and fucked your friends
Talkin' all you can, now ya hate
Too bad you had to perpetrate
Everyboby get off my back
Cause I got some things you can't have, yeah
Get your own and stay off my sack (best believe that)
Jealousy'll get you nowhere, another place, another time
Another bottle of wine, another fiend another scene
See you in hell ondown the line
Perpetraiting Motherfuckers on the bittin' tip
Kinda got me fuckin' fellin' on the fuckin' violent tip
You can slip but don't slide, 'cause I got heat in my ride
If you decide you wanna get warmed up
Whats up-with that bullshit talk you've been throwin'
Told us to meet you so can beat us but I know you ain't goin'
My flow is Guilty in the first degree
Call me Easy Fuckin' Jesus or the YDB, you'll see
Titty shakin' bitches pull the shades over they eyes
When they feel the hands of dirtiness runnin' over they thighs
Nevertheless I must confess the best pussy I ever blessed
I guess the less you love a woman theres more stress on intrest
About the many ways you can abuse a woman and gettin' it past the law
Or about the many ways can use a woman
And doin' it in a stall
And about the many ways you can rape a woman by slippin' rohypnol
Or about the many ways you fucked your friends not givin' a fuck at all
I'm On Fire
Break the fuck in
Is what she said if you fire besides ya
Then there should be no problem sellin' your soul
Where do I sign it
In return you get to burn, now feel your troubles evade
Grade A from of pleasure, my main pains all fade
Wait for the time I'm remembered, start killin' quick
First things first
Start poundin' 40s of blood
Like me and Jesus rehearsed
Color me jet black, laugh as I'm stabbed in the back
We gonna get back, match?
I doubt it, where the fuckin demons at?
I'm on fire (4x)
Rege Santanas you know who the man is
I'm addicted to cocaine and cannabis
Man it feels cool self-indulgence rules
They teach the kids to hate me in the churches and schools
Suicidal Thoughts often enter my mind
Not knievel but I'm evel, pentagram's my sign
Sayin' "Fuck" is not the only cursin'
I'm much worse in person
Rehearsin' for the end every day............ when?
I'm on fire(4x)
Sayin' hey little girl your a dirty whore
When I told you love you along time ago
I was a goddamn lair
Oh, oh,oh
I'm on fire
So Damn Tough
Hear my horn honk when they get out of class
Is a perverted motherfucker scoopin' underage asses
Single-file line, one at a time in my De Ville
Drop pills, bald pussy all in my grill
Stay still, won't you shit on my dick then nasty get up
In nothin' but my speedo, you won't see a fancy get up
Say I love you-at the same-put a bottle up your butt
Feed ex-lax; relax; comon baby fill it up
Who's the girl out there?
With the Big ol' tits and the long blonde hair(right where)
Who's the girl out there?...
(And why does it have to be so damn tough?)
Who's the girl out there?
With the little bitty titties and no pussy hair (right where)
Shit-faced drunk out on Eagle Mountain
Serving more cola than a soda fountain
Rounds-tits-I love it when you tell me to stop
Ass-fuckin' Titty suckin' in the parking lot
Get caught you know cause I love to cheat
Your boyfriend creeps, his ass is bound to get beat
Like Scotty Stiener, call me Big Poppa Pump
Hey you, bitch in the front
Suck my dick you fuckin' cunt
Hey you, bitch in the back
Get your face slapped on the Pimpadelic track (Get ya ass slapped while cum in your crack)
Hey you, bitch on the side
Get outta your ride befor you die
Jenna Jameson in a hot tubs my fantasy
Tonguing the bung of young while I'm drinkin' her pee
Fuck and get sucked while I'm leaving the bathroom
Call up big C so's I can pick some (whistle)
Ben-Wa balls calls, we right on course
Stick it up your booty like Peter North
Finished now, take it out, what's next
Cocaine and cocaine for sex (sniff it)
Nasties Get Up
I ain't got time for bitches
But I like the money and I'm a pimp
Addicted to droppin' my britches
So come one come all, hope you have a ball
Bitches talk shit, threw the pitch
Don't clam up the bark-walk the walk
Too late, already perpetrated
Masturbated on yout bitch-switch to this
Jealousy will get you nowhere-who cares-you care
Plotting where I'll all the time-everywhere
Goddamn this just can't be
Came from Blue Mound-dropped the sound
Now kids are lookin' up to me
For what and why, the reason still ain't clear
Fear not what you know-fuck what you hear
Your girl ate my shit and lick my ass clean
Deep Ellum's pissed off 'cause we own the sence-to me
It ain't nothin' but a sold-out show
Naked bitches, blunts, and Franklins
Yo, I can't say no-got to flow
I weave my lyrics like a teflon web, man
It ain't debatable; unfadable is what I am
I'm the Young Dirty Bastard-head of the class
Grab your girl by the hair while tapin' that ass
Tired of the chicks-I'm goin' down for the last time
Hated 'cause rhymes are better than a white line
Shoulda known better than to fuck the kid
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' pimp that you can't get with
You think your shit don't stink-I'd hate to bust your bubble
But you's a bitch and a bitch ain't nothin' nut trouble
All the nasties get up and get hyped tonight
And watch the pimps dip in and get a grip thats tight
Once again you'll find the Pimp and Dirty's stove up
With your girlfriend bent, yeah, we tore her
From the floor up
A motive for getting lifted is intolerance
For all the suckers and bitches coming up short with the Kord
But that's irrevelant-heaven sent
Getting bent on the regular
Begging you to second a motion
You where a helluva
Hit bit of honey, plus coughed up that money
Some other buster must've heard the word of dirty
Tried to run me for some love chump will do anything
No time for that shit til the telephone rings.
Another nasty goin past me claimed she knew me from the day
Hit it, quit it, shitted on it, sent her on her way
Southern Devils sons of rebels that can't keep in sight kid
Like loverboy says the kids hot tonight
Pass the P-Junk-ease punk off these N.U.T.S. or wind up ina trunk
Tales grow taller down the wire,
Just another funky junkie guaranteed to get you higher
With less stress, bitch undress
Just throw them breasts out
All the homies creep up get a cheap feel, and then they head out
You think you're really cool but that shit ain't happening
It don't matter to me, but the way you're acting is killing me
I gots skills-love to bring the pain
Got a Blue Mound dick-fuck yous to blame
Strapped with a flame and a young'n of caine
Clockin' much dollars is the name of the game
She told me not to smoke it, but I did, and it took me far away
Never listen to a word she said-player-haters beware for
Wishin' Easy Jesus Dead
Gettin' twisted double fisted when we're belly'n up
I never listen what they're missin' is there's never enough
"To drink" thinkinabout the week we was nailin' the pink
Came home pussy busted wash your dick in the sink
Once again another victim of the Pimpadelic Posse
Told you once a 100 times don't turn your back or even trust me
Lost Cause
We're smokin' THC and drinkin' GHB
Doin' anything and everything 7 days a week
(I'm a freak) Nothin' to lose so I choose to be a lost cause
(ooh baby I like it raw)
Yeahee, yeahee, its the young dirty bastard live in the flesh
Leave that other shit alone, 'cause it just ain't fresh
The rest Koresh me I'm down in Waco
Break hos, and take hos
Fuck all those stank hos
Bank hos is why I'm in the runnin', so cunnin'
I leave a note for your boyfriend to tell you ain't comin'
Along for the R-I-D-E, bitches brake to see me
I'm Easy the W-H-I-T-E
Long haired redneck ready to pounce
I got looks, and personality, and that all that counts
Call me a junkie 'cause I hung with Tuinei
But who are they to say that I gave him the ex
I like to use a rusty needle when I'm riggin' a fix
Slap you down unconsciously then tie you off with my dick
Like PCP, GHB, Cocaine, whatever
Clean or flithy, tap or muddy
It all depend upon the weather
It happens, shes crappin', watch her pupils getting fatter
The infection, injection, spreads from a vein or baby batter
Scat plays, a phat way the shit goes down
You her pride is always torn and tattered
Whiskey bent, take a piss as the bitch goes down
Another golden shower
Southern Devils Mouthfuckin' Hellbound
If only the good die young-I'm gonna' live forever
Big Joe and Jeremy apparently were'nt that clever
I seved ties with the good
I hang with drunks and sluts
I got white trash tattooed on my beer gut
I'm a lost cause dopehead, call me a fiend
Horny boards on my dick when I step on the scene
See high-class hooker at the show takin' notes
Dis a Mounder's ass 'cause I hang at Indian Oaks
B-ware motherfucker, you know I ain't playin'
Daugthers pawn their daddies shit
Just ta hear what I'm sayin'
Betrayin' trust is a must, rich girl penetratin'
Let your parents go to sleep, then you know I'll be waitin'
Break You Down
I got Korn in my shit-Easy Jesus the pimp
Don't Rage Against Machine and my Bizkit ain't Limp G
Simply regulating fools-so learn
I got bitch on my dick and money to burn
So get in where you fit in fool
If you want some shit I'll be at the high school
Props to Kid Rock-pussy and loot
We both kick the truth to the god damn youth
Shake it cause it makes you
Don't let the haters fake you
Shake it cause it makes you
Or I'll fuckin' break you
I'd give my left nut to track with D.R.E
Or to rap with the D.O.C
Cause I flow like Polly Holiday-get high like Redman
Getting blunted with Method Man in Sammy John's Chevy Van
Wine and women. That's why I'm sinnin'-I get around
Your' re pickin' up what I'm puttin' down
We the show stopper-boot knockers
Cock blockers-punk rockers
There ain't no question that I spit anything but fuck raps
Curse words like fuck you! Cop did you hear that?
Spent some time in county-they call me high sider
Your charge? A felon. Your trash? Is whiter
Chalk another mark on the L side when I lost
Walk in the dark-watch your ass get tossed
Boss-drop the tramp off-yo-mums the word-eat shit off her tit-get nasty-you heard me