Dylan Ross - MRSA lyrics

Good dope backwood smoke Plenty junt choke Punk hoe, we too buck hoe, hit the front doe Hit you up for money roll and maybe even much mo' I don't give a mutherf** tho I'm a cut throat f** a 9-to-5 day Pimpin' hoggin' mindstate Razor Rozzy really pullin up with the grind plate Night time is the swine father favorite time of day Off the wham, off the gram of super sticky Isaac Haze By the way I must say prepare to have your mind erased You'll be speakin in a different language by the time you're baked I'm bout a pull a little Ramsey right on sight fool I'ma have to hit em with the '94 price mane 400 for a half You do the math Uh huh, ain't nothin like money in a ziplock bag Light my blunt up wit a hundred as I watch the stocks crash Big ol' booty Betty Bathory be in my bloodbath Hop up in my warpath and get knocked the f** back Cut you up and give your countenance a set of c*nt flaps b**h I'm from Ohio The birthplace of funk Step up if you got some ana baby boy and let's get crunk Have you reekin funk , next to two 15s up in the trunk Slow , loud, and banging, wavin with my cuddy, blowin' skunk Richy rozzy rich you funky b**h I'm ballin till I fall Ima have to get it all and Ima be out like Evol Young Midwest You can meet at the wailing wall Judah Judah Judah I don't f** with no judas at all Itching for a money sack Had to get the judases Mister hysterectomy pull em out like a uterus Rozzy really keep it goin, watch the way I do this sh** Lewd and cra** b**h I'm lutichrist b**h I'm ludicrous Who compare me to something scary I'll consume a b**h Numerous clips eat you up like eucharist Runnin' all throughout your body just like MRSA The curse of the worst of the worst of what I can do ain't even started yet Get your f**in' starter kit Get your triple co*ktail Deep up in your veins now Do you feel retarded yet MRSA MRSA (x6) Give 'em all MRSA