6fingers - Yo lyrics

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6fingers - Yo lyrics

Yo I'm gettin' more hits then p**n flicks on the internet This foreign kid has your b**h as a Giggapet Liquor dinner, should get my innards and liver checked f** your facebook, flicker pictures and twitter rep You corny f**ers your father's Orville Redenbacher Im sh**in' on you after a dozen Jalapeno poppers They ask me questions like do you enjoy eating dogs? The answer's yes I posted pictures on a vegan blog Im meeting god when I turn 27 Drink a 2/11 beverage and burn with the legends Chorus's with Morrison, sessions with cobain Start dancin' with all the dead extra's on soul train I bet you want me to hold a guitar Cover cute songs from bruno mars like all them Asian kids do But im doin bodily harm and spittin bars about hardships And the crazy sh** that I been through [Hook] Yall really need to step up your sh** yo Get your bars up get off eachothers dick yo I ain't hatin' go ahead brother get yo's But stop talkin' let me really hear you spit yo Grown men putting on a little kid show All that wack sh** is making me feel sick yo Go my drink in my cup and my spliff rolled All my real cats let me hear you say a big YO [Second verse] Catch me laughing in the battle field Your a** slipin' on half bitten banana peels Chicken sandwich's famished off of the value meal I still make the man of steel look bad for ?deals? Zoe is evil got a pack of needles, scratch and k** Cuts like a jack-o-lantern on a patcher field Smash your b**h and give her some mornin' after pills Won't be havin' that daddy daddy I want a happy meal Any rapper will get molliwhoped call the cops ----sorry don't know this line----- Karate chops to bring new meaning to collar poped Watch me holla at baby mommas in ghetto dolla shops Im as west as impala's with hydrolic shocks Ask for directions I'mma point you to the chronic spot Jefferey Dommer spitin' bars hot as sauna rocks If you got a problem then hit me in the comment box [Hook] Yall really need to step up your sh** yo Get your bars up get off eachothers dick yo I ain't hatin' go ahead brother get yo's But stop talkin' let me really hear you spit yo Grown men putting on a little kid show All that wack sh** is making me feel sick yo Go my drink in my cup and my spliff rolled All my real cats let me hear you say a big YO YO YO YO YO YO, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO PEACE

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