Evil Pimp - Ya Dying Hoe lyrics

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Evil Pimp - Ya Dying Hoe lyrics

{Chorus: Buckshotz] Nine to your... (Repeats multiple times) {Verse 1: Evil Pimp} Grab my f**ing gauge, And then I'm ready for this slaughter I brought my infrared in case you run, And then I'm hunter I twist that cap, They take that nap I put a hot one in your a** Demons possess me for k**ing these babies and ladies With triggers, I'm causing bloodbath Bullet holes all in your clothes Will decompose my foes like that Load my pump, Them bullets jump And on the wall, your brains will splat Krucifix, The evil sh**, The devil click is in this b**h Hop up in the Chevy thang, and find them n***as running lip Catch your a** slipping, I'm tracing your pimping And ripping your chest with my Tech Who is next to be of my wrecking? All of you Busting my gun, motherf**er, will creep, So don't peep Or you'll sleep with the furnace, You're cracking and sizzle I'm hell bound boy, I have no dame choice but to spray So many shots to your nuts, And them hot ones, They pierce Through your skin, Cause the Evil don't play Find out where your granny stay And blow her up with hand grenades Love to k**, And make blood spill Like ghetto children love Kool-Aid Better back up out my face, I'm violent when I shoooot I'm pumping this twenty gauge, trying to knock out your lung And then pull you through stooool {Chorus: Buckshotz} {Verse 2: Evil Pimp} Evil Pimp, The Exorcist, Scoping out my victims No wiser reasons why I k** them, Randomly I picked them I take this trick down to my spot by brandishing my pistol And if I got to chop you up, I'll use rusty utensils Breaking up in your back door with the chrome is my pa**ion I'm sick in the trench and the demons all dance in my head Saying "Leave 'em for dead", so the Evil just play And have 'em running for days Got you running naked frantic in the back woods b**h Give you plenty time to run, But still, I find you quick Take this 'chete mane, It's bloody when I swing I search your wallet and your pocket, confiscate your things DJ damn Slick is producing these psychotic beats That you s**ers can't stand, But you step to the clan I'm gone have to draw blood from my murderous touch With the gun in my hand Ski-Mask is over my grin as the villain goes in And my best friend are asking me "What have I been?" So, I pull out my friend, and do they a** in Use a blow torch and some razor blades to k** you slow Say hello to Jesus Christ, Because ya dying hoe {Chorus: Buckshotz} (Fades out)