Project Pat Lyrics
Project Pat Lyrics
"Bye Bye Lyrics"
Fick Die Muse Lyrics
Wo faule Samen ?bler Dichter Hippokrenes Quell besudeln Wachsen nur noch Dornenb?ume, pl?rren nur noch Totgeburten Was ihr schafft ist leer und sinnlos; totgebor'nes, kaltes Fleisch Versperrt den Weg zum Schattenreich, verstopft die letzten Lethefurten Im seichten Strom die Totgeburt Treibt tr?ge durch das tr?be Na? Am Grunde der ertrunk'nen Furt Die M
Wo faule Samen ?bler Dichter Hippokrenes Quell besudeln Wachsen nur noch Dornenb?ume, pl?rren nur noch Totgeburten Was ihr schafft ist leer und sinnlos; totgebor'nes, kaltes Fleisch Versperrt den Weg zum Schattenreich, verstopft die letzten Lethefurten Im seichten Strom die Totgeburt Treibt tr?ge durch das tr?be Na? Am Grunde der ertrunk'nen Furt Die M
2x[Chorus]
Now only weak nigguhs like to start bullshit'uh
Now only weak nigguhs like to start bullshit'uh
Auto Au Au Automatic when I aim you say bye bye
Automatic when I aim you say bye bye
[DJ Paul]
Ruthless
That was my style as a juvenile
I ran with gangs nigguhs I slanged
But in the meanwhile
I hang with [BHZ] rockers rockers on twenty-three chrome
You got your gun on you
I hate it if you done left it at home
Cause six is blasting nice and fast
And better clean your glasses
We quick to sneak
And put you to sleep like a certa mattress
You soft like pussy
So i guess thats why you smell like one
Bitch fuck alone
You better go and get your fucking gun
I'll have you begging for a
Sunday Morning Coming Down Lyrics
Well I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wadn't bad so I had one more for desert Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt Then I washed my face and combed my hair And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I'd smoke my brain the night before with cigarettes
double dose of percoscentWell I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wadn't bad so I had one more for desert Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt Then I washed my face and combed my hair And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day I'd smoke my brain the night before with cigarettes
Your money bank if i touch you
And you dont get wet
We made a movie on you hoes
I know you loved it didn't
You started telling your girl
Man i could of been in it
But you a fuck nigguh
Nigguhs dont fuck with you nigguh
You donny brasco
Need to cali coat nigguh
I'm sick and tired of dissing you hoes on these cd's
I'm bout to start dissing you hoes on my dvd's
[Chorus]
[Project Pat]
I'ma start this one off with a toss from mah nigguh Ross
We don't run the rap game
But this city we the Boss
North Memphis South Memphis Westwood Orange [mile]
Project pat in this motherfucker layin smack down
Crackin down on you punk nigguhs talkin to much gang
Snortin all you
Switchblade 327 Lyrics
written by B. Setzer Switchblade 327 Lit cigarette in his hand Steel-toed boots on the accelerator Oil leakin' outta the pan Switchblade, three two-barrels Gettin' there as fast as he can All juiced up like a hot carburetor Spittin' gas onto the fan Blacktop burnout, Saturday night Try to catch him if you can Switchblade
dope up claiming that you in the gamewritten by B. Setzer Switchblade 327 Lit cigarette in his hand Steel-toed boots on the accelerator Oil leakin' outta the pan Switchblade, three two-barrels Gettin' there as fast as he can All juiced up like a hot carburetor Spittin' gas onto the fan Blacktop burnout, Saturday night Try to catch him if you can Switchblade
False flaggin bitches, i'll catch you outta hell
If forman ass snitches protection fees in jail
What you pay dead body lay once the bullets spray
Round the way with the sk edward norten lay
You gon' pay cause these nine mil'uh mills quick to mop'uh
Wack a snitch off take ya life off the whoppa choppa
Get the choppa put the mask on
Nobody gon' hear knock knock
Get my blast on
All up in your grill
All a nigguh wanted dawg was a piece of the pie pie
But when my tones in your face you say bye bye
[Project Pat]
Nigguhs love to see this hate on the ten o clock news
Project pat got arrested by them boys in blues
He must be guilty of sin send his ass to the pen
God have me
The Crablouse (Roli's 'Cured By Muscle') Lyrics
I wanna talk to you about forbidden pleasures of the flesh The most thrilling satisfaction for all mankind Better than everything you ever imagined in your wildest dreams The secret of the crablouse Here's a message for the girls about vaginas And the consequence of fiddling with a partner Mind your labia they're never out of danger If you'
rcy on [this boy] so i'm back here againI wanna talk to you about forbidden pleasures of the flesh The most thrilling satisfaction for all mankind Better than everything you ever imagined in your wildest dreams The secret of the crablouse Here's a message for the girls about vaginas And the consequence of fiddling with a partner Mind your labia they're never out of danger If you'
Nigguhs lie to they dawgs bout the shit that they do
Point blank range one in chain when i aim staraight at you
When i squeez on this trigguh its uh ooh spaghetti o's
The holo hit you and the bloody run down your nose
Kidnap a suckuh put the duck tape around his mouth
A snitching fucker and he knows whos i'm talkin bout
The nina popping and i'll put you permandisly
Push you in river with some bricks wrapped around your feet
Cause when its ana' best believe we gon' bring the heat
With extra clips cause we do not except defeat
I'm busting rounds and your chest will see cave'uhment
Then get on down when your body hit pave'uhment
[Chorus]
[Project Pat]
Ho!