Andre Nickatina - The Most Hated Man In Frisco lyrics

(Dre Dog) ooh, here comes the sickest and the illest of them all (what's your name boy) they call me Dre Dog the coke snortin, chewy smokin reverend in black (yeah) just because you know my name fool, i don't have your back but put some pep in your step and get the f** on before i have hen flashbacks and get my f** on but a lot of motherf**ers seem to think i'm satanic (why?) but makin sick sh** from the mind is automatic (hahaha) grab a motherf**er is my motherf**in thang and i slang these thangs like c**aine (i slang em) and m**ms hate me but i don't know why (i don't either) is it because i say f** you and your bean pies? and no, i don't want no final call i smoke skunk and still say man to all cause i'm the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker mo money, mo money, it's the black Jim Bakker take naps in a coffin, sleep in a body bag only paper that i like is money or zig-zags rolled a blunt for that fool i didn't know (he didnt know) Dre Dog get his amp from the lord indo n***a do it, n***a good , do it for a ho i got an axe to open up your chest just like a front door (open up your chest) an axe to open up your back just like a back door (back door) and money for the cents i got the best indo cause i never was a kid, my heart was too cold when I came out my momma's p**y i was 12 years old (hahaha) with long fingernails for the c**aine (long fingernails) rough a** hands for the skull rings (skull rings) potent a** dank for a f** ring and some s**a free n***as when i gang bang so kneel down and bow to the sick one i'll have the devil coming out your damn eardrums (eardrums) and when you see him say my name fool, don't scream so cut your dick you punk b**h it was a wet dream (haha) it don't stop... (chorus) (f** you, Dre Dog, you ain't sh**) but i snort caine and it gets me ripped (f** you, Dre Dog, you ain't sh**) but i smoke blunts and it gets me bent (f** you, Dre Dog, you ain't sh**) yeah, but i snort caine and it gets me ripped (f** you, Dre Dog, you ain't sh**) but i smoke blunts and it gets me bent (Dre Dog) i should buy a cemetery and get much bigger (why?) and make money off you dead a** n***as (hahahaha) but fool you don't hear me (what?), n***as fear me (why?) but they wanna get near me (who are you?) the six five devil's son, (who?) I said the devil's son (who?) can you find a more wicked one? (no) that can creep through the night like a wicked witch smokin ty stick (what?), on a broomstick (yeah) because a n***a like me like to shake right Now watch me jack off by your mother's gravesite (did you know her?) because I knew her, and i f**ed her, and i missed the co*k (uhhhh) but here's a pipe without the knife on how i rip shop the most hated man in Frisco's in your brain now smokin chewy, you got me sick but im insane now so give me body like Latifah and i might beat cha (everybody) with my beanie on i look just like the grim reaper (hahahaha) pony tail, saggy pants, bulletproof vest (what?) like an alien, Dre Dog is coming through your chest (through your chest) i'm not a cat, i don't scratch, i got long nails (meow) i'm a pisces but i'd rather be a k**a whale (k**a whale) don't turn your back, look how you act when i come to town (Frisco) praise my name, kiss my ring, now bow down sick material, now don't you know my voice is good for f**in' up your stereo (yeah) now Dre Dog account for cash, whoop that a**, make the blast, (hahahaha) with a sinister laugh (chorus) (f** you, Dre Dog, you ain't sh**) but I snort caine and it gets me ripped (f** you, Dre Dog, you ain't sh**) but I smoke blunts and it gets me bent (f** you, Dre Dog, you ain't sh**) but I snort caine, I snort caine (f** you, Dre Dog, you ain't sh**) fire up the blunts n***a, I'm ghost