Return of the Corpse

Fuck you, man! Fuck you! Turn your punk-ass over Oh, we got a problem here? We got a problem here? We got a problem, nigga? Dog pound pit, you poodle bitches cannot fuck with me Pull up with the stick, I'll make you limbo, you not duckin' me Hollow tips just dumpin', fuckin' up suckas, I guarantee Hangin' out the window of my bucket, let my choppa sing Knock a pussy down, make that bitch nigga go kiss the floor Walk up to the pit, I came to break jaws and throw these bows Lay it down before I run up in your shit and kick your door Stepping all on water, call me Young Rami, Lil' Jesus Cristo Resurrect him from the dead, red dot pointed at your head Makin' any sudden movements, then I'll fill you up with lead 12-gauge sawеd-off, I love the way that motherfucker spread Bitch, your time has come, so it's time to pay the reaper's debt Oh, we got a problem here? We got a problem here? We got a problem, nigga? (I'll wait upstairs) G-L-O-C-K, take it out my waist, begin to play Cock it back and meet your fate, then turn your fuckin' body grey Layin' stiff in blood and shit, the Undertaker fills your grave Rest in peace, you pussy boy, I'm pissin' where your carcass lays I must confess, I find content takin' your final breath One up in the chamber, on the creep with Anna on my chest Keep them bustas runnin', 'cause Gorilla's not the one to test Voices in my head tell me they hunger for some fuckin' flesh I'm comin' in huntin' with my demons on my payroll Now put your guns up in the air and let that motherfucker blow I'm sendin' these shots and give these motherfuckers halos Send you straight up to Heaven, ain't no return where your bitch ass go