Twisted G (aka Gangsta Fag) - Run from the faggots lyrics

Now I just finished f**ing my man And I'm laying in the bed with my dick in his hand (in my motherf**ing hand) He gets up and he says he's thirsty He's going to the store to get a 40 of Olde He kissed me and told me I'll be back I laid the f** down and starting taking a nap I pa**ed the f** out cause tired like a mother That's when I heard a scream and a car burning rubber I grabbed my gat and I ran outside I saw my baby on the ground And they're beating him down They got him outnumbered 1 to 8 They're callin him a f*g and their kicking his face I pulled my gat and I'm letting it spit And I don't really care or give a f** who I hit They jump in the car and they run like b**hes The dead motherf**ers just dug their ditches Chorus Run from the f*ggots, run from the f*ggots You know Twisted G came to bring the ruckus Run from the f*ggots, run from the f*ggots I guess you picked the wrong f**ing f*gs to f** with Now my boos in the hospital Do you think they'll get away, that's impossible Cause I'm gonna terrorize them like a gang of A-rabs Cause they picked the wrong f**ing f*g to gay-bash I know who they are cause I seen them before Now you know it's time for me to settle the score That's when I called my dogs and we hit the street The three craziest f*gs that you'd hate to meet So we headed out to this country bar We drove around the back and we spotted the car So we laid low then four came out And when they turned around we stuck the gats in their mouth We put them on their knees now their s**ing our dicks We nutted on their faces and we're watching it drip Now get the f** up we give you 3 to run 1, 2... (Gunfire) now mutha f**as are done Chorus Now we're hunting for the heteros Four down and four motherf**ers to go So we laid low and stayed blazed on weed That's when we get the call and that's all we need We got the address of the place they rest Grabbed the artillery and bags of cess Kicked in the door and we can see our victims Four rednecks and their girls are with them Step into the room and you could smell the fear Don't nobody move cause the f*gs are here But a parties only what you make it Make all the guys strip and get bu*t naked Put them on their knees now we're f**ing them all Lick the sh** off my co*k now you're rubbing my balls Your girl's in tears while she watch you s** it I guess you picked the wrong f**ing f*g to f** with!