Budd Dwyer - Prince Tulip lyrics

[Verse 1: Anthony Mars] Don't give a f** about yesterday or give a f** about today And tomorrow gonna be the same f**ing way b**hes love me I'm hitting, when I'm gone they start to tripping So much codeine in my body you can smell it when I'm pissing Smoking like an engine f**ing all these women In my casket grinning, I can't help my f**ing sinning Monkey mother f**ers, give them all banana clips Water on my lips smoking dope with the clique Triple six hot tip b**hes flip just to dip on the dick of a prick Bouncing tits, licking nips Mother f**ers out their minds thinking they can f** with $UICIDE Smoking on a dime, b**hes love the Five Nine [Verse 2: Norman Atomic] Slice me with an icey knife please I'm about to light these tightly rolled blunts Got about a hundred of them looking like tree trunks Yeah, my white T has got a bright G on the front The five nine in the police eyes mean that me and Sloth steady never doing the right thing Because I'm the f**ing opposite of Spike Lee Yeah, I'm the frightening great white I'm biting lightning, b**h I'm the skeleton waking at night Three wishes I will grant and then I smite thee Oh, you think you're dope? I'm tighter than the rope around your f**ing throat I'll be the last thing you see before you f**ing choke, ho