(Dre Dog whispering is in parentheses)
[Dre Dog]
Ooh, here comes the sickest and the illest of them all
(what's your name boy) they call me Dre Dog
The coke snortin, chewy smokin reverend in black (yeah)
Just because you know my name fool, I don't have your back
But put some pep in your step and get the fuck on
**Before I have pen flashbacks and get my fuck on**
But a lot of motherfuckers seem to think I'm satanic
(why?) but makin sick shit from the mind is automatic (hahaha)
Grab a motherfucker is my motherfuckin thang
And I slang these thangs like cocaine (i slang em)
And muslims hate me but I don't know why (i don't either)
Is it because I say fuck you and your bean pies?
And no, I don't want no final call
I smoke skunk and still say man to all
Cause I'm the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker
Mo money, mo money, it's the black Jim Bakker
Take naps in a coffin, sleep in a body bag
Only paper that I like is money or zig-zags
Rolled a blunt for that fool I didn't know (he didn't know)
Dre Dog get his amp from the lord indo
Nigga do it, nigga good , do it for a ho
I got an axe to open up your chest just like a front door (open up your
Chest)
An axe to open up your back just like a back door (back door)
And money for the cents I got the best indo
Cause I never was a kid, my heart was too cold
When I came out my momma's pussy I was 12 years old (hahaha)
With long fingernails for the cocaine (long fingernails)
Rough ass hands for the skull rings (skull rings)
Potent ass dank for a fuck ring
And some sucka free niggas when I gang bang
So kneel down and bow to the sick one
I'll have the devil coming out your damn eardrums (eardrums)
And when you see him say my name fool, don't scream
So cut your dick you punk bitch it was a wet dream (haha)
It don't stop...
[Dre Dog]
Ooh, here comes the sickest and the illest of them all
(what's your name boy) they call me Dre Dog
The coke snortin, chewy smokin reverend in black (yeah)
Just because you know my name fool, I don't have your back
But put some pep in your step and get the fuck on
**Before I have pen flashbacks and get my fuck on**
But a lot of motherfuckers seem to think I'm satanic
(why?) but makin sick shit from the mind is automatic (hahaha)
Grab a motherfucker is my motherfuckin thang
And I slang these thangs like cocaine (i slang em)
And muslims hate me but I don't know why (i don't either)
Is it because I say fuck you and your bean pies?
And no, I don't want no final call
I smoke skunk and still say man to all
Cause I'm the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker
Mo money, mo money, it's the black Jim Bakker
Take naps in a coffin, sleep in a body bag
Only paper that I like is money or zig-zags
Rolled a blunt for that fool I didn't know (he didn't know)
Dre Dog get his amp from the lord indo
Nigga do it, nigga good , do it for a ho
I got an axe to open up your chest just like a front door (open up your
Chest)
An axe to open up your back just like a back door (back door)
And money for the cents I got the best indo
Cause I never was a kid, my heart was too cold
When I came out my momma's pussy I was 12 years old (hahaha)
With long fingernails for the cocaine (long fingernails)
Rough ass hands for the skull rings (skull rings)
Potent ass dank for a fuck ring
And some sucka free niggas when I gang bang
So kneel down and bow to the sick one
I'll have the devil coming out your damn eardrums (eardrums)
And when you see him say my name fool, don't scream
So cut your dick you punk bitch it was a wet dream (haha)
It don't stop...
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