Psychopathic Rydas

Psychopathic Rydas - Sleep Wit The Fishes lyrics

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I swing the stock of my shotgun and knock your head clear off

I need to waste a slug on a sucker that's soft

You's a fish so I'ma dump you back in the ocean

With cement shoes on, ain't no way your body floating

You ain't surfacing, you know the deal, no body, no case

Somebody tell the D to stay the fuck out of my face

Before you find yourself in the water with that other sucker

You's a fish you be sleeping with your people muthafucka





I leave you wrecked with them fishes and the rest of them stitches

Pay me all my riches and quit actin' like some bitches

My homie lives by the lake so why you bein' fake?

You know I got a reputation for turnin' hate debate

See you later dog, drown hoe, try and swim that ass to shore

Treading through the water with them cement boots, say no more

Hold your breath and get ready to sink

Say your goodbye's and walk the plank, you little mark





Shoot somebody in the stomach, there guaranteed to die

But still we always aimin' for the head I'll tell you why

Hit them in the gut, there only gunna fall

But clip them in the dome, it'll splatter on the wall

Shoot somebody in the stomach, there guaranteed to die

But still we always aimin' for the head I'll tell you why

Hit them in the gut, there only gunna fall

But clip them in the dome, it'll splatter on the wall





You'll be like what is this shit, have you sleepin' with the fishes

I'll burn up everything inside, like it was Rose's wishes

You wish you had a genie so he could grant you 3 wishes

Instead of tryin' on those cement shoes, the cycle's vicious

Your lungs start to expand and water starts to get in it

The whole time you're conscious while you're drowning in 15 minutes

If you open your eyes, and see some mermaid bitches

You just woke up underwater cause you sleepin' with the fishes





I'm sick with it, so bitch forget it

In a New York minute, I'll have you slaughter and suspended

I'm offended by the streets that you claim

And every time you wanna speak my name, I'm putting 2 in your brain

Bring the pain cause the flame is hot

Watch you run on the spot, and anybody that switches is gettin' shot

The price is right, so I can feed my fish

And maybe then the hood would grant me my wish





Shoot somebody in the stomach, there guaranteed to die

But still we always aimin' for the head I'll tell you why

Hit them in the gut, there only gunna fall

But clip them in the dome, it'll splatter on the wall

Shoot somebody in the stomach, there guaranteed to die

But still we always aimin' for the head I'll tell you why

Hit them in the gut, there only gunna fall

But clip them in the dome, it'll splatter on the wall





They call me uncle wet nap, and this ain't no bubble bath

Your bound and gagged in the back of a catallac

Goin' swimmin' with the fishes better hold your breath

A spare tire as a life preserver, this is your death

One man with a fish on your hand, sucka muthafucka

You fuck with the Rydas and you become octopus sucker

Because a fish is a fish, hooked the gills I got them

In a glad garbage bag headed straight to the bottom





You might as well grow gills now partner

You done fucked up now and I gotta spark you

Just the sound of the gat cocked got the fishes droolin'

And I'ma make your mama watch to show the bitch we ain't foolin' (Bitch)

And when I turned your ass into fish sticks

She'll know not to be late with my inch trick

Remember that bitch, and understand

When I be rollin' with my Rydas, you be trippin' with Aqua-man





Shoot somebody in the stomach, there guaranteed to die

But still we always aimin' for the head I'll tell you why

Hit them in the gut, there only gunna fall

But clip them in the dome, it'll splatter on the wall

Shoot somebody in the stomach, there guaranteed to die

But still we always aimin' for the head I'll tell you why

Hit them in the gut, there only gunna fall

But clip them in the dome, it'll splatter on the wall

Shoot somebody in the stomach, there guaranteed to die

But still we always aimin' for the head I'll tell you why

Hit them in the gut, there only gunna fall

But clip them in the dome, it'll splatter on the wall

Shoot somebody in the stomach, there guaranteed to die

But still we always aimin' for the head I'll tell you why

Hit them in the gut, there only gunna fall

But clip them in the dome, it'll splatter on the wall









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