Slug N Ya Noggin Psychopathic Rydas
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[Intro: Bullet]
Yeah, hold still, motherfucker!
Hold still, motherfucker!
Ugh...
[Verse 1: Full Clip]
Stepped in the spot, Rydas set deep
Some faggot-ass mother fucker wanna get his peep on
I said "Relax, I'm taggin' this kid's bitch"
Besides, my trigger finger startin' to itch
Fool steps up, startin' to wanna talk shit
Two steps back (Ping!) bust him in his fuckin' lip
Fallin' to the floor, the motherfucker keeps talkin'
So I pulled my shit, he got a slug in the noggin
[Chorus: Bullet, Twin Gatz, Full Clip, {Cell Block}]
Slug in ya noggin! (Slug in ya noggin!)
Slug in ya noggin (You better think twice)
Slug in ya noggin (Slug in ya noggin!)
Slug in ya noggin {Hole in your head ain't nice!}
[Verse 2: Bullet]
My turn? Wait, lemme check this
One bullet, oh damn...I miss
And I'm have to walk all the way over there and stick somethin' sharp in ya neck...wack
Lookin' nothin' like a homicidal lunatic
I'd rather just shoot you and be done with it
Forget it, I ain't about to miss
Ima leave his eyeball hangin' out like Bushwick's (Blah!)
Yeah, hold still, motherfucker!
Hold still, motherfucker!
Ugh...
[Verse 1: Full Clip]
Stepped in the spot, Rydas set deep
Some faggot-ass mother fucker wanna get his peep on
I said "Relax, I'm taggin' this kid's bitch"
Besides, my trigger finger startin' to itch
Fool steps up, startin' to wanna talk shit
Two steps back (Ping!) bust him in his fuckin' lip
Fallin' to the floor, the motherfucker keeps talkin'
So I pulled my shit, he got a slug in the noggin
[Chorus: Bullet, Twin Gatz, Full Clip, {Cell Block}]
Slug in ya noggin! (Slug in ya noggin!)
Slug in ya noggin (You better think twice)
Slug in ya noggin (Slug in ya noggin!)
Slug in ya noggin {Hole in your head ain't nice!}
[Verse 2: Bullet]
My turn? Wait, lemme check this
One bullet, oh damn...I miss
And I'm have to walk all the way over there and stick somethin' sharp in ya neck...wack
Lookin' nothin' like a homicidal lunatic
I'd rather just shoot you and be done with it
Forget it, I ain't about to miss
Ima leave his eyeball hangin' out like Bushwick's (Blah!)
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