(feat. Psycho Les)



(You dirty, rotten, rat bastard

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 bastard)

(You dirty, rotten, rat bastard)

(You dirty, rotten, rat bastard)



(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 fuckin want))

(Muthafucka 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 passin

Through your turf, knockin ducks off the earth

They got nerve, fuckin shit is what they're worth

Yo, I'm fuckin [ ] 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 butt

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 shit in your pants? (Oh man, oh man)

Fear in heart, shit on yourself

Your shit is wack, your shit 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 Bastard, that's what they call me

The Rat Bastard don't give a fuck, 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 Cutlass Supreme

To the river, and the end of the scheme