(You dirty, rotten, rat ba*tard
Come on up face to face
And I'll meet you at the bar
Hey!
I'll cut your belly up
You dirty, rotten, rat ba*tard)
(You dirty, rotten, rat ba*tard)
(You dirty, rotten, rat ba*tard)
(It rubs the lotion on its skin and does whatever it's told)
(It rubs the lotion on the skin
Or else it gets the hoes again)
(What the f** you want)
(Muthaf**a duck)
[ VERSE 1 ]
[I hear] you puff and swig on a bottle
Rode on your ho, now she's a role model
I hit ya up, mix ya up in my decks of cards
Cuttin' the deck (yeah)
But times is hard
Diggedy you remember the night that I met cha?
I dismembered your limbs and fed cha
Apple sauce, pork chops, and beans
No cigarettes, know what I means?
Wind it up, wind it up on the binge
You're readin my lips on a lunatic fringe
Hinges swing, so I swing my cleaver
Straight for the crotch, I leave ya to the beaver
Latoya, I'm leaving ya on the next plane
Sorry I left the ice pick in your brain
Work and no play makes jack doe
New jacks steal, and it's a nine to the skull
Red-red-redbone, redbone, you run
Rich, bring em back ([ ]) get some
Of this, blow, make a wish
If you're dead and you know it, the body bag drips
(Now you don't know what pain is)
[ VERSE 2: Psycho Les ]
The wiggedy-wicked Psycho runnin through the woods
Stickin up picnics, and robbin all goods
Prrr - stick em, hah, nobody move
I got a ten inch blade, check it out, it cut smooth
Smooth - yo, I don't get upset
I dig a hole in your stomach, pull it out, then I jet
Back and goin way back like a blessin
Psycho Les on the loose pa**in
Through your turf, knockin ducks off the earth
They got nerve, f**in sh** is what they're worth
Yo, I'm f**in [ ] from each burrough
Since I'm not Annie, don't expect me to love you tomorrow
I shot my bow and arrow through hearts and bu*t
Caught your girl, I knocked her Doc Martins off
(Iaah) that's all you heard
Donkey style's the style she preferred
After I nut, she called her friends ([ ])
Came to my hut and tried to gas me for months
Three buffalo gals I kicked round the outside
My mama said [ ] three buffalo heads I flied
[ VERSE 3 ]
I bring the bats in my belt, [ ] you on your knees
Some want my g's, please, baby, please
Prostitute yourself for the liznoot
Give up the bizznoot, then let em shoot
If I was a rich man, then I'd dick you
If I was a derelict, then I'd stick you
Mister Softie, you don't even know me
Is that sh** in your pants? (Oh man, oh man)
Fear in heart, sh** on yourself
Your sh** is wack, your sh** stays on the shelf
I make ya an offer you can't but refuse it
Shoes in cement, I do ya, you lose it
The Rat ba*tard, that's what they call me
The Rat ba*tard don't give a f**, blow me
Up like a platinum act that know how to act
No gas face, just hear the heads crack
You say, "Don't - don't hurt me again"
You shoulda bought an automatic weapon, my man
Pop goes the weasel, I stuff you in a trunk of a Cutla** Supreme
To the river, and the end of the scheme