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PERFORMING ARTISTS
$lick $loth
$lick $loth
Vocals
Ruby Da Cherry
Ruby Da Cherry
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer

Lyrics

Who said that? Who the fuck said that? Who's the slimy little communist shit twinkle-toed cocksucker down here Who just signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh?! The fairy fucking godmother said it! Out-fucking-standing! I will P.T. you all until you fucking die! Uh This a $crim beat Uh, digging for all the facts, uh Ruby da Cherry, yeah DJ $crim with that 808 You can catch me chillin' with the polar bears Bogus, fucking jokes on us sucka punch Dat D.A.R.E sweatshirt wearing mothafucka $crim Scarier Ric Flair, been there done jack Sack full of cash Backpack of hash Grab that stash and dash There ain't never a clash Rip a flash Swallow ya soul through a flask Grab that mask and never look back Black plague sick Oh wait I meant to say slick Pissin' on his missin' Mrs (Yeah, uh) Dippin' the tip in the grip And sipin' glory, tippin' maury It's a fuckin' secret story Kinda boring, yeah (Uh) stormin' in the southeast Shit it's really pourin' But I'm snorin' Hit the alarm clock While my stocks in farm blocks Gets hot, like a pot On the fuckin' stove oven top Hell, I like you. You can come over to my house and fuck my sister. You little scumbag! I've got your name! I've got your ass! $lick $loth Work! Ridin' solo, through Kyoto With four hoes, I'm a no-show For more shows, wanna tango Drinkin' Faygo, maybe mango Got a tan ho, couple tan bros Make a fan go, to the van ho Fuck her mouth till the tears start pourin' out I'm just chillin' eating pizza in a foreign house Quiet as a mouse, plottin' on a spouse Whats this all about? I don't even know Only thing I know is that I'm throwed (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Sippin' and spillin' Villians is chillin' Eatin' on children It's Scrimmy the villain Got penicillin Munchin on Chili's Pop a few wheelies Pop a few pillies Bite a few titties With my homeboy Timmy Grippin' on semis (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah) Exactly three fucking seconds--to wipe that stupid-looking grin off your face, or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck you! One! Two! Three!" Sir, I can't help it, sir! Bullshit! Get on your knees, scumbag! This is my rifle! this is my gun! This is for fighting! This is for fun!
Writer(s): Scott Anthony Arceneaux Jr, Aristos Petrou Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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