Prime Minister Pete Nice & Daddy Rich - Rat Bastard lyrics

(feat. Psycho Les) (You dirty, rotten, rat ba*tard Come on up face to face And I'll meet you at the bar Hey! I'll cut your belly up You dirty, rotten, rat ba*tard) (You dirty, rotten, rat ba*tard) (You dirty, rotten, rat ba*tard) (It rubs the lotion on its skin and does whatever it's told) (Rubs the lotion on the skin [ ] gets the hoes again) (What you f**in want)) (Muthaf**a duck) [VERSE 1] [I hear] you puff and swig on a bottle Rode on your hoe, now she's a role model I hit ya up, mix ya up in my decks of cards [ ] the deck [ ] times is hard Diggedy you remember the night that I met cha? I dismembered your limbs and fed cha Apple sauce, pork chops, and beans No cigarettes, know what I mean? Wind it up, wind it up on the binge You're readin my lips on a lunatic fringe Hinges swing, so I swing my cleaver Straight for the crotch, I leave ya to the beaver Latoya, I'm leaving ya on the next plane Sorry I left the ice pick in your brain Work and no play [ ] New jacks steal, and it's a nine to the skull Red-red-redbone, redbone, you run Rich, bring em back ([ ]) get some Of this, blow, make a wish If you're dead and you know it, the body bag drips (Now you don't know what pain is) [VERSE 2: Psycho Les] The wiggedy-wicked Psycho runnin through the woods Stickin up picnics, and robbin all goods Prrr - stick em, hah, nobody move I got a ten inch blade, check it out, it cut smooth Smooth - yo, I don't get upset I dig a hole in your stomach, pull it out, then I jet Back and goin way back like a blessin Psycho Les on the loose pa**in Through your turf, knockin ducks off the earth They got nerve, f**in sh** is what they're worth Yo, I'm f**in [ ] from each burrough Since I'm not Annie, don't expect me to love you tomorrow I shot my bow and arrow through hearts and bu*t Caught your girl, I knocked her Doc Martins off (Iaah) that's all you heard Donkey style's the style she preferred After I nut, she called her friends ([ ]) Came to my hut and tried to gas me for months Three buffalo gals I kicked round the outside My mama said [ ] three buffalo heads I flied [VERSE 3] I bring the bats in my belt, [ ] you on your knees Some want my g's, please, baby, please Prostitute yourself for the liznoot Give up the bizznoot, then let em shoot If i was a rich man, then I'd dick you If i was a derelict, then I'd stick you Mister Softie, you don't even know me Is that sh** in your pants? (Oh man, oh man) Fear in heart, sh** on yourself Your sh** is wack, your sh** stays on the shelf I make ya an offer you can't but refuse it Shoes in cement, I do ya, you lose it The Rat ba*tard, that's what they call me The Rat ba*tard don't give a f**, blow me Up like a platinum act that know how to act No gas face, just hear the heads crack You say, "Don't - don't hurt me again" You shoulda brought an automatic weapon, my man Pop goes the weasel, I stuff you in a trunk of a Cutla** Supreme To the river, and the end of the scheme