21 the Producer - Mr. Pigface lyrics

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21 the Producer - Mr. Pigface lyrics

(COB is my religion. I was raised in the world that wants to see you dead or locked up. What they have to do is lost. Pigface Weapon Waist n***a) [Verse 1] I won't be finished 'til I'm mentioned with the best ever I rock a record like I'm a member of Def Leppard I keep my eyes on my prey like I'm a deaf leopard You better crown me or I'll jump you like a red checker I Chop your head off I aim fifths and circum- -cize all of you guys cause it ain't sh** to merk 'em I look into their eyes and see the same b**h that birthed 'em p**y, I'm deranged, I'm insane, sick, berserk, I'm Pain mixed with anguish, my language is gang mixed With dangerous heinous spit, I sh** you an an*s n***a I'm idiotic ain't really got it You f** with me and them bullets will be movin' quick as Sonic I'm hangin' out the window like a n***a finna vomit Gin and tonic gun sound like an asteroid hit a comet Yesterday I was loadin' my pistol on my Mama's couch Thought about my f**ed up life and yelled Slaughterhouse (The beast was pregnant with Pigface Weapon Waist. The belly of the beast gave birth to a menace. Now they can't control me) [Verse 2] I k** you with no strings attached, this is Wi-Fi 'Til the wheels fall off, I'm down to do the drive-by Not to be co*ky but I'm gooned up, why lie? That's why I got the upper hand like a high-five Bet you never seen chrome Tecs I make a call, I get your pussies touched, call it phone s** Ain't no tellin' what I'm on next Long texts from your wife tornado dick, I home wrecks I have that b**h sellin' her coochie lips, boozy chicks Get the coke nose 'til they load it as my oozy clip Even broke hoes on the groupie sh** Pretty as a beauty tip, get the Max Julien movie script Welcome to my world, hot iron shots fired Cops tryin' to stop a mob giant I drop block science and after I'm gone I'll picture Hip-Hop cryin' Like they did with Big and Pac dyin', I'm not lyin' (For every one dead, two more are born. You can't stop real n***as. You'll never stop real n***as) [Verse 3] My family ties is as deep as Michael J. Fox We aim Glocks at your tank-tops Leave you in a hospital bed watchin' Baywatch Watch your weight drop 'til you're skinny enough To fit between raindrops (bang, shots) We k**in' you on YouTube (Bono!) n***a that means you too! I got a screw loose You get stuck up like goodie-two-shoes Thought you knew that I was cuckoo I'm in a GTA, I got them thangs on me I'm in a GTA, but I ain't Gay Tony A menace to society I'm MC Eiht homie The k**a gorilla apes know me, Mase pray for me No lyricist realer, straight Kobe can't hold me I'm flash player, couldn't read me with Adobe So a new verse is nothin' but a new hearse Tryna k** G sh** I'm shootin' yellin' you first, n***a (You'll never k** G sh** [Never!]. Until you tame society, this sh** won't stop. Art imitates life n***a. Fox News wanna k** Obama, like the Long Beach PD wanna k** me. Ha ha ha ha! But I won't die, I'll multiply. COB, it's my religion. That's why they follow me. Salute your general. Pigface Weapon Waist n***a... Amen) I'm tired of you n***as. Wack n***a. Soft n***a. Long Beach, East Side. Let this mothaf**a ride! 21 on the beat. Wasup 21! It's epic, a journey