W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Worldwide Gunnin' Lyrics"
Sweet Bride Lyrics
I crack your bones I fuck your mind I rip your soul to pieces And burn your fucking eyes The end is near my sweet, sweet bride Exploding anger is bursting inside No remorse you will die Filthy messed up my sick fucked up brain Let me introduce you to pain Let me introduce you to pain I wreck your face and crush your skull
I can't take it no more
Fuck you niggas
Fuck you bitches
Fuck this rap shit
Nigga don't ask me for shit
I'm sick of all the cameras
Fuck all you scavengers
Punk ass record labels
Scandalous ass managers
I'll take this microphone and slam it
Bitch I ain't no rapper, hoe I'm the hoodsta wit the talent
Shaddy ass fuck I'll take that ass for the scrilla
Stab you in the neck wit a rusty pair of scissors
Tie your kids to your ankels, watch you sweat and quiver
Fuck you in the ass wit a coat hanger nigga
Wit no ?compression? for you groupies at all
I'll bite yo' nipples off and throw you in a tub of rubbin alcohol
Fuck all ya'll
My mado for 98
I'm lettin niggas have it
Mak
I crack your bones I fuck your mind I rip your soul to pieces And burn your fucking eyes The end is near my sweet, sweet bride Exploding anger is bursting inside No remorse you will die Filthy messed up my sick fucked up brain Let me introduce you to pain Let me introduce you to pain I wreck your face and crush your skull
I can't take it no more
Fuck you niggas
Fuck you bitches
Fuck this rap shit
Nigga don't ask me for shit
I'm sick of all the cameras
Fuck all you scavengers
Punk ass record labels
Scandalous ass managers
I'll take this microphone and slam it
Bitch I ain't no rapper, hoe I'm the hoodsta wit the talent
Shaddy ass fuck I'll take that ass for the scrilla
Stab you in the neck wit a rusty pair of scissors
Tie your kids to your ankels, watch you sweat and quiver
Fuck you in the ass wit a coat hanger nigga
Wit no ?compression? for you groupies at all
I'll bite yo' nipples off and throw you in a tub of rubbin alcohol
Fuck all ya'll
My mado for 98
I'm lettin niggas have it
Mak
We Need a Revolution Lyrics
I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired of struggalin dog. I'm tired of struggalin dog. The system ain't gonna change, unless we make it change. The white is the rock house, Uncle Sam is the motha fuckin' pusher man. What I gotta do to make sure ya understand? Spinnin' on the beat-box Timbaland, What I gotta do? Kidnap Aaliyahin the finest bitches toss my salad
Salty nutts is all I'm givin
All heel the shadiest one that nigga Dub has arisen
Chorus:
Every world wide gunnin
Put yo' Zigs in air
When it comes to janky shit we runnin'
Hold that shit
Light that shit
Smoke it,
When it comes to puttin this ruggish shit down yo' I'm the locest
And to the bitches
Skinny bitches
Fat bithces
Big bitches thinkin ya'll could get wit this 9 inches
Outlastin me you must be jokin
Hoe I'll leave you on the floor bleedin wit yo pussy busted open
4 play's for suckers (spits loogy)
I'll spit a loogy in your pussy fuck you wit this dirty rubber
Ass cheaks get smacked, clapped, waxed and smacked
Fuck a bed I'm lea
You ain't ready for a pro you still a rookie
Bitch, me fuckin you is like stickin razor blades in your pussy
Big bitches I'm tackelin and dick stabbin I'm serious
I'm even runnin red lights diggin you on your period
Fuck a ?nigga? I'm talkin Motel 6
A tall can and a big black ashy dick
Let them other niggas treat you feed you take you home
I just wanna get a pee on and get up and I'm gone
Chorus: (2x)
Run niggas run
Niggas better strap up and pack up or get slapped cuz here I come (who)
The pussy banger dice slanger still janky
Jumpin out the Coupe wit a hand full of bloody fangers
And this bitch I'm strangelin
Heaters I'm swangin the barrel jumpin off
To all you bitch politicians what's crackin?
I'll greet you all wit that duce finger thumb action
To all my enemies who wanna get close to me, choke me smoke me
I'll pray to the Lord you all eat shit and die slowly
You niggas can't fade me face it my shit bangs
When it comes to puttin this gangsta shit I comes to reign
Fuck this industry I run wit Tune's and CJ
Cuz 99.9% of you niggas is straight gay
One night here comes the hoodsta back up
And I clowns puttin the gunanunna runninunrunnin these niggas down
Chorus: (2x)
Uh, that's right
Fuck all ya'll
Bitch
Ya'll still can't fade it
WC (muthafucka)
Fuck all ya'll
I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired of struggalin dog. I'm tired of struggalin dog. The system ain't gonna change, unless we make it change. The white is the rock house, Uncle Sam is the motha fuckin' pusher man. What I gotta do to make sure ya understand? Spinnin' on the beat-box Timbaland, What I gotta do? Kidnap Aaliyah
Salty nutts is all I'm givin
All heel the shadiest one that nigga Dub has arisen
Chorus:
Every world wide gunnin
Put yo' Zigs in air
When it comes to janky shit we runnin'
Hold that shit
Light that shit
Smoke it,
When it comes to puttin this ruggish shit down yo' I'm the locest
And to the bitches
Skinny bitches
Fat bithces
Big bitches thinkin ya'll could get wit this 9 inches
Outlastin me you must be jokin
Hoe I'll leave you on the floor bleedin wit yo pussy busted open
4 play's for suckers (spits loogy)
I'll spit a loogy in your pussy fuck you wit this dirty rubber
Ass cheaks get smacked, clapped, waxed and smacked
Fuck a bed I'm lea
Love Is A Game Lyrics
I believe I see your face Reflected in the glass Your blue eyes seem to laugh at me You have captured my soul You broke my heart 'long time ago I'll make you love me too Don't play for keeps, don't play to win We're playing your game I can't believe the words you say That love's just gone someday A coolness has replaced your love
vin carpet burns all on your backI believe I see your face Reflected in the glass Your blue eyes seem to laugh at me You have captured my soul You broke my heart 'long time ago I'll make you love me too Don't play for keeps, don't play to win We're playing your game I can't believe the words you say That love's just gone someday A coolness has replaced your love
You ain't ready for a pro you still a rookie
Bitch, me fuckin you is like stickin razor blades in your pussy
Big bitches I'm tackelin and dick stabbin I'm serious
I'm even runnin red lights diggin you on your period
Fuck a ?nigga? I'm talkin Motel 6
A tall can and a big black ashy dick
Let them other niggas treat you feed you take you home
I just wanna get a pee on and get up and I'm gone
Chorus: (2x)
Run niggas run
Niggas better strap up and pack up or get slapped cuz here I come (who)
The pussy banger dice slanger still janky
Jumpin out the Coupe wit a hand full of bloody fangers
And this bitch I'm strangelin
Heaters I'm swangin the barrel jumpin off
The Baptism Of Jesse Taylor Lyrics
Among the local taverns they'll be a slack in business 'Cause Jesse's drinkin' came before the groceries and the rent Among the local women they'll be a slack in cheatin' 'Cause Jesse won't be be steppin' out again. They baptized Jesse Taylor in Cedar Creek last Sunday Jesus gained a soul and Satan lost a good right arm They all cried &quo
H double O D S T A claimin and ya'll know I'm famousAmong the local taverns they'll be a slack in business 'Cause Jesse's drinkin' came before the groceries and the rent Among the local women they'll be a slack in cheatin' 'Cause Jesse won't be be steppin' out again. They baptized Jesse Taylor in Cedar Creek last Sunday Jesus gained a soul and Satan lost a good right arm They all cried &quo
To all you bitch politicians what's crackin?
I'll greet you all wit that duce finger thumb action
To all my enemies who wanna get close to me, choke me smoke me
I'll pray to the Lord you all eat shit and die slowly
You niggas can't fade me face it my shit bangs
When it comes to puttin this gangsta shit I comes to reign
Fuck this industry I run wit Tune's and CJ
Cuz 99.9% of you niggas is straight gay
One night here comes the hoodsta back up
And I clowns puttin the gunanunna runninunrunnin these niggas down
Chorus: (2x)
Uh, that's right
Fuck all ya'll
Bitch
Ya'll still can't fade it
WC (muthafucka)
Fuck all ya'll