Mmm.. i just woke up, i couldn’t even think straight
I kept hearing something… and it wasn’t…
Keep a shotgun in my backseat
Make me pull the f#cking piece without asking
Catch me out here sicker, still got the liquor
And matching black and white turtleneck sweater
Come and catch me
Your b#tch licked my dickhole without asking
You’re a wannabe i split you with a hatchet
Yeah i heard you talking sh#t and saying bad sh#t
So i slashed the f#cking throat out of a fa-a-a-(agg*t)
Uh huh, step up and get f#cked up in the face
I don’t handle business very nicely
I sеt fire to your place
And i’m not angry, maybe this just makеs me happy
Telling you the devil’s words and asking ‘who’s your daddy?’
Is your dad a f#cking p#ss# like his son is?
Is your momma just some other f#cking hoe?
And ray-ray asking me now where his gun is
But i don’t know my eyes are filled with smoke
p#ss# mother f#cker you can’t ride with me
p#ss#-p#ss#-p#ss# mother f#cker you can’t ride with me
p#ss# mother f#cker you can’t ride with me
p#ss#-p#ss#-p#ss# mother f#cker you can’t ride with me
Uh huh, step up and get f#cked up in the face
Step up, step up, uh huh, step up and get f#cked up in the face
Uh huh, step up and get f#cked up in the face
Step up, step up, uh huh, step up and get f#cked up in the face
Step-step
Don’t be stupid when my hands are open, now you’re choking
Body slam a f#ckboy now they calling me hulk hogan
It’s survival kind of like lord of the flies and you’re piggy
Crush your body with a mother f#cking rock like it’s no biggie
Do the f#cking dougie, gettin’ jiggy at my place
Open palm, i will smith you when i smack your f#cking face
Creepin’, see me keep my f#cking pace?
Sideshow using brains, i never leave a single trace
You’re a little b#tch and you’re the son of one
My job is never done until i see the morning sun
Blue vans covered up in blood, i gotta run
Glock in my hands, pistol whip you with the f#cking gun
I see these mother f#ckers always trying to be the best
But they just haven’t met me
Retards want to test me, but i leave the crime scene messy
Countin’ all your blessings, make your guts fall like confetti
I’m just tryna be like tommy vercetti
Pluck your eyelashes just for fun, fascinated
Make you blink into the barrel of a gun
A little shameless but i come prepared
Mini-saw switch blade and i pull it fair
You fight like a girl, you’re just out their pulling hair
Catchiest of flows with an old hoe showing me her #ss cheeks
Slapped that back meat, now i’m headed home
Nah b#tch, this ain’t no fake taxi
But go ahead and give me dome in the back seat
p#ss# mother f#cker you can’t ride with me
p#ss#-p#ss#-p#ss# mother f#cker you can’t ride with me
p#ss# mother f#cker you can’t ride with me
p#ss#-p#ss#-p#ss# mother f#cker you can’t ride with me
Uh huh, step up and get f#cked up in the face
Step up, step up, uh huh, step up and get f#cked up in the face
Uh huh, step up and get f#cked up in the face
Step up, step up, uh huh, step up and get f#cked up in the face
Step-step
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Sideshow The King Lyrics – SK8