DJ Hoppa - Down Right Dirty lyrics

[Verse 1: I-KHAN} Mothaf**a thought he was Sam Rothstein Till I hit his a** with a f**ing Stan Ross swing I hope every hoe know you can't cross kings If a b**h ain't a queen knock her pants off clean Don't act hard brethren I tombstoned this hoe in a graveyard and got locked up for back yard wrestlin' So b**h are you done yet? It's a beautiful d**h when I toss you off a cliff while watching the sunset Ain't a pot or pan to feed us I'm f**ing with the thesis Like your government shooting down a hologram of Jesus He's a meat-head with certified street rev Forget rap dog I'm selling crack on the deep-web I'm yelling at my girlfriend spazzin' at Maddy Before I get high and proceed to crashing the caddy [ERRAHH] you can't find a rapper rapping as nasty Your better of finding Klohe Kardashians daddy f** it tho yo, that hoe got a Porsche And all I got is a body controlled by a demonic force Our mental is the temple to acceding our potential I resemble the facial structure of speaking to the devil ugh Errahhs beautiful k**ing sh** as usual replay the track If you never witnessed a funeral your whole albums Wack Man that sh** is only suitable for f*ggot a** kids in a high school musical And you know that.. My dick? You can hold that VA's where your hoes at [Verse 2: I-KHAN} I'm down right dirty flirty b**hes keep your mouth tight Bet I slap a hoe in 2 seconds and won't count twice I still lie to hoes and tell em all the sh** that sounds nice But even Blaine couldn't turn a trick into a house wife It's been a while since I cracked a smile b**hes actin foul Cause' I can't afford a jack or black and mild some how I'm still getting high till I'm pa**ing out So anyone that's wants to see me should look at the clouds And f** whoevers' looking now laughing loud Im fresh enough to put Hitlers mustache back in style Hand me the percocets, I'm tied into a world full of lies That hides the truth like trannys in turtle necks They want the mind the soul the body and heart Ladi dadi f** a party see were probably apart Cause' I'm back to a song if u mad hit the bong I might beat yo f**ing a** like my dad did my mom um f**ing dirt ball I hope earth burns off and spirit start burst Coming out the f**ing church walls, f** a burial U cowards shouldn't test the courage Khan is off his motherf**ing rocker like Muriel