k**a Queen - Hard Head lyrics

(Chorus: Evil Pimp) Hard head, Bullet lead, b**h I'll send you to the med (Repeats multiple times) (Verse 1: Evil Pimp) Mane, I'm sick of all these rumors Spreading my name just like some tumors Never hang with Evil Pimp so mane, I find that sh** so humorless, Make a stang, Stang on a lame Come and run up to this thang And find the Christ light from this stang Rub you weaklings off, Off the map Shoot your Mammy with your Gat Oh it's me, E to the P, Never been known to show no slack I never met a trick I liked Never met a n***a I'd shoot on sight For now, Beat you down to the ground Better pack a pistol because I will clown This Devil sh** that I spit, Hate on it, I'll blast you hoe Evil Pimp is the pimp walking with a gangsta limp, I'm a trip, Never see the ever nine blow Take your life, Won't think twice Never been to church cause I ain't nice Mane I roll, 3-8-0, Get off my f**ing nuts or you're cold as ice Creeping peeling k**ing squealing, Watch your back, It's so unfeeling, Got the mask, Point the Gat, Got you busta broke a** kneeling Praying saying spare your a** n***a shut the f** up, Hand your cap Hard head, Bullet lead, b**h I'll send you to the med {Chorus: Evil Pimp} {Verse 2: k**a Queen} Creep in your deep sleep, Coming like the Grim Reap That's the fate, So behave, Fear to come inside the blade f**ing with the voodoo, Got me going cuckoo, Pull this Gat, On your a**, Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat b**h, f*g, If you come around, I'm dropping you down to the ground with the pound with the tip that will k**, co*k it back, Make 'em peel with a wound, Up the hills, Hope you're smoking something on the psycho b**h k**a Queen, k** a b**h on your a** with the Pimp, Pretty eyes with the tears, Drop you in the dirt, From this thug in a skirt, Check your pulse when it burns, When it hit, Gonna hurt, Shoot the church from this curse, Leave your body in a hearse Throw your Gat, Pull it fast, Quick before I shoot you first Shoot you in your chest, You done f**ed with the best I can have another down man waiting on the bed If the task goes bad, Then you've stepped on flash I suggest you don't mess, Or don't stress, Stay on track Creeping with the Mac-10 and the Gat that is on my side f**ing with the k**a Queen, I'll come at you with evil eyes Hard head, Now you're dead, Got you choking bleeding wet Put you in that trauma from that drama that is what I said {End of the Song}