Eat These Bullets

Ah, I break his glasses off his face Roll him up, throw him in a pan, ain't playin patty cake Ah, bitch, it's gettin' lit inside his ho Ay aye twin', it's finna get real wicked in this bitch Ah, I see old granny watchin' television Gray and white screen, bloody scene Told that bitch to listen, bitch I done told that ho, I don't f*ck with rats Ten times, bust your door down, heard your brother, f*ck your cat Ha ha, talkin' bout the animal too, and I ain't on no weird shit Bitch, they say my song don't have a meaning Every verse in this bitch, what I say, I fuckin' mean it Ah, shoot out, then they fuckin' flee it Bust his door down, again, chopsticks hit him in the head Amputate his fuckin' leg, made the sergeant give me head Bitch, every time we have a shootout, all they do is run Why you runnin' from this hummer? All I wanna run is 1's Tell that pussy run his fuckin' 1's Face to face, I ain't even gonna bring my fuckin' gun Or my k, tired of fuckin' sayin' names We gon' pop out, make it rain Or jump out, hit his fuckin' brains Choose or pick, ain't playin' games Bitch, I'm fuckin' tired of gettin' mad Now I'm fuckin' movin' schools, I can't beat your ass in class Ah, now I'm really fuckin' mad Wanna talk shit bout my mom, bitch, but where's your fuckin' dad Yeah, bitch, get off my fuckin' dick about that shit, ugly-ass ho Ah, I sent his daddy straight to hell One way ticket straight to that bitch, that pussy took a L If you keep runnin', dat, fat-ass mouth abra cadaver casts a spell on your bitch-ass When I catch you, you don't move fast get the pole, I'm finna shoot ass Wipe your nose, I'm finna do that Get in close, I'm finna boot ass Bend over, f*ck her bitch-ass touch your toes like all your bitch-at Yeah, she left your dumbass, huh Keep playin