Tabs - Slap A b**h lyrics

[Tabs] I forgot this songs about having fun We the craziest thing you've seen beneath the crescent moon Ingest some shrooms and turn this place into a Wild West saloon We deeper than clowns in a car pool Take a seat don't mean sit down it means you getting hit by Brown with a bar stool I charge through screaming so loud that the deaf can hear me And Bolics out front yelling for someone to test the theory We're clearly trouble slugging Jose and Jamo And after a couple of hoes in this place look like J-Lo And theres my man Mr. Grim hes had about 6 beers And now he's picking a fight with the biggest person in here He's calling him a big queer, I'm like here we go While Knowmad is playing with your girls leather cheerio I'm screaming f** ya mother bu*tas doing the puff pa** Coast is cracking jokes with some weird comb in his mustache Coals trying to get it popping with 2 girls and 1 gla** And all 12 of us are looking at the same s*ut's a** Now 'Walker's got some pepper but you made a mistake If you think he's gonna use it just to flavor his steak He's contemplating breaking your face and just for sick laughs He's gonna throw it in your eyes and blind your b**h a** Dead Rabbits we k** sh** The one a**hole that f**s it up for everyone that's what my crew is filled with We ain't rappers we raptors So when we in the building grab the women and children and head for the back door [Hook-x2] What now we're here to shut down your f**ing show We the truth and we don't give a f** what you know Shut your hole no one wants to hear a b**h talk Best bet, get out the f**ing way when we're pissed off [Coal Cash] One of the first to swing your f**ing life ain't worth a thing Plus combat is my church prepared for the worst you bring A thirst to drink gin and tonic until I vomit Broke your nose holding a stoge it'll look like a rogue comet You want it or calm it down, what you a comic now? See the ground you'll lie upon it you'll vomit your dying sound Who's buying rounds to pound with an ultraviolet bound Punch the crowd if they're silent, I want um to riot now Won't quiet down when beef started, not for the weak hearted You brought it to the streets just to get your teeth parted Ate artists for weeks, imagine over a years time I'm here to drink your beer, not listen to your queer rhymes I fear I'm the weird kind cuz when vaginas near I'ma treat it like a beerstein, another pint to clear From here I'm inclined to remind that your you're ball-less Your b**h got a sweet beaver I'ma leave her a frothy walrus So f** what you call us, we're vikings from Valhalla I gave your b**h a tip and I ain't talking bout a dolla Then she can swallow that, you want beef well holler back Cuz I scrap like Kamala make the bone in your collar crack What would follow that, probably collapsing your face Then I'm taking your b**hes box that just happened to break Couldn't adapt to the weight cuz my co*k does demolition So when your b**h is gone, don't wonder why she's missing (Hook)