Crooked I - f** You lyrics

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Crooked I - f** You lyrics

[Verse 1: Danimal Lector] Welcome to my planet, look it, it's Danimal and Crooked I'm holding your face over this open flame, like "man, what's cookin'?" Doin' what they said I shouldn't or wouldn't Got my foot in the game, tried to fit my dick, but sh**, I couldn't Eating rappers like some pudding, holla back Bill Cosby swag, I could probably body bag Anybody I'm down to rap [?], with a shotty blast, you're co*ky as is Sloppy Joes With the drop-top stashed, and the Vodka flask A hockey mask, lets rock and roll co*k it back, lock and load, your top explodes, then I got to go Drive by, wave hi, then, well, adios Kamikaze flow, as a snotty nosed kid If life's a box of chocolates, why am I eating rocky road, b**h? I'm hot and so sick, can't stop and I won't quit Hit 'em up like 'Pac But I'm going big, leave you in shock, like "Oh, sh**!" b**h, s** it, I'm disgusting, these kids love it Slip up, get nip-tucked, left with your wrist cut, in a brick oven It's nothin', my religions hustlin', 'til I kick the bucket I'll deep fry your nuts and tell your son their McNuggets Film it and make the sh** public, this is what I'm all about Reckless, walking d**h wish, you have just entered the Slaughterhouse [Hook: Danimal Lector (Crooked I)] I can hear them say, stay clear He's severely insane (What, dude?!) He's weird and strange But here's the thing, if it's f** me Then f** you! (f** you!) (x2) [Verse 2: Crooked I] I told you my hands is the wrong place to put your life (Slaughterhouse) bloody apron and butcher knife Chop you in to two and a half men, the Ashton Kutcher type Crooked slice your grill till you and that n***a Seal look alike I'm Benihana with any katana, just give me the llama Put the semi up on ya Do physical trauma to your body like twenty piranha I'll bomb ya on that Libya drama On my Mama, I'm my city's Obama Presidential Rollie in a presidential suite He's the 44th President, so my .44 is presidential heat Clear every residential street Then I pull out the Big Mac to represent the beef You rappers dressing in mad drag, you pa**ed f*g The trending topic on twitter, you hashtag: trashbag n***as like you shouldn't even have a chance Hip Hop ain't dead, it's just bleeding in an ambulance [Hook]

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