Romeo Thorn - Do You Really Want To Do This? lyrics

{Intro} Do you really want to fu*king do this?/ "Say hello to my little friend" -Scarface (1983) Load the pocket rocket, aim it then co*k it, missile lock it then pop it/ Load the pocket rocket, aim it then co*k it, missile lock it then pop it/ Load the pocket rocket, aim it then co*k it, missile lock it then pop it/ {Chorus} You think these are all just raps but b*tch I'm really trying to scrap/ Just let me know where the fu*k you're at and we can bet cash/ Maybe I'll wrap you up in a garbage bag and throw you in the trash/ Or better yet just cremate you and burn you down to ash/ {Verse 1} Climbing out of the pit that b*tch threw me in like the Dark Knight/ Guess I fu*ked up again some pig's gonna have to read my rights/ One day when I see you again we'll have to have a knife fight/ You knew she was mine, catch you slipping deep in the night/ Like hi b*tch I could gut your boyfriend like a fish/ I might just take your guy's life for fu*king with mine/ But being back with you girl is my only wish/ So I'll just have to beat that boy up until his eyes are black and bluish/ {Verse 2} I'll beat the fu*k out of you and make you scream and pee/ I wanna strangle you and rip the grill right out of your teeth/ You don't what the fu*k to do you'll get bruised and beat/ I'll be staring and laughing at you while your fu*king gums bleed/ Although I really just wanna bludgeon you until I take away your heartbeat/ I'll just settle with pummeling you with my fists because your obsolete/ But do you really just want to bleed all over the concrete?/ Don't make me cut you so fu*king deep as I watch all the blood seep/ {Chorus} You think these are all just raps but b*tch I'm really trying to scrap/ Just let me know where the fu*k you're at and we can bet cash/ Maybe I'll wrap you up in a garbage bag and throw you in the trash/ Or better yet just cremate you and burn you down to ash/ {Verse 3} I wish I could apologize for all of the mistakes I've made/ But I'm full from all of these problems on my fu*king plate/ I can never relate to the all of these snakes in my way/ Who hate and say my name in vein but never to my fu*king face/ They act like my life's a game but I'm never entertained/ I'd rather get face from your b*tch while I'm baked/ Then I dip without a single trace and turn up the bass/ I want the whole motherfu*king bank and better bring the rakes/