S.P.M. - Moham Mitchell (Explicit) lyrics

I did the whole yard in f**ing 15 minutes I will k** you (no I will k** you first) No if you k** me, I will come back and I k** you (You will never get me, I will run and I will hide And you'll never find me, and I'll send somebody to k** you) Ha-ha-ha, what's up 'Lero uh (Shreveport) Check me out man, uh I'm in the candy Benz, fancy lens f**ing with this motherf**ing, bad a** b*atch With fat a** tits, a big ol' a** I come from the head, cause I think so fast I'm the one, and not the two Smoke pep lepue, make revenue Old Western you', send me cash I'm ake my do', and I paid the task I paid Uncle Sam, I paid my band I bought everybody, that Chimey Chan I'm ean chicken wing, rice and gravy I'ma throw a chicken wing, at my lady Cause she pissed me off, with all that hate Now she in the closet, duct taped What's crackulating, what's obvilating I'ma do boys, like Walter Payton I'm the boss, while boys getting f**ed off I'm a high power, people mayn playing golf Trying to put, but still I'm thugging My golf club set, cost forty-five hundred Love it leave it, lose it I'ma keep it I'm ade it in this rap game, cause I cheated I told my genie, make my albums sell She said you already used, your three wishes in jail Remember your first wish, behind the bars You wished that you could f**, the security Well I hypnotized her, ad let you f** her You ate that b**h, like she was supper Then your second wish, was to f** her again Then your third wish, was to get out the Penn Now this makes four, but f** it I'll do it I'ma even have you, on Stevenson Pruit So even though you sound like sh**, and can't rap You gon be the biggest f**ing rapper, on the map You mean all that stupid sh**, that I write People gon actually, think it's tight That's right, plus you'll be the CEO But stop wasting money, on Miss Cleo Okay, I'ma call Jose And tell him call the stations, that never gave us no play And see what they say, maybe it'll work And if it don't f** it, I'll make my gun squirt Y'all should join me, my skin is oily Y'all don't want no beef, probably soy bean No sir knowing, I flipped a coin I saw her tits, and my dick went boing At the car show, it's the third annual I'm chilling with my boy, who Jack Daniels I'm mixed, with a splash of coke My girl mad, cause I bust a nut in one stroke I'm a loc'd gangsta, shoot em up k**a There's something about Mary, like Ben Stiller I'm a thriller chiller, like to fight in Menilla I shot the tooth fairy, trying to reach under my pilla I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you She was putting ten dollas, for my daughter's tooth I picked her up, and took her to the hospital She flew out my car, I said this is impossible I got out and said, you should go to the doctor You lost a lot of blood, dumb b**h I just shot ya She flew past a tree, looked at me And said y'all won't be getting a nickel, for none of y'all teeth Ah that ain't right, let's make a truse My lil boy Los, got two teeth loose And he needs the money, for a remote control car I spent all my cash, at the bu*t naked bar So I really need you, to come through with that change I'm sorry bout the dress, and all the blood stains Oh please, I'm on my knees I'm teaching my son, his ABCeeees I'm just a damn fool, I fight my pitbull He k**ed a dog, that belonged to Moham Mitchell But he lost his last fight, and lost his eyesight And now my dog's blind, I hope you don't mind I know I'm dead wrong, come from the head strong I hit my red bong, this song is so long I'm talking nonsense, on freestyle projects So check what's on next, I love you God bless Ha-ha, yo yo yo (I will k** you) I will k** you (No I will k** you first) no I will k** you second (You will never find me, I will k** you) No, no, no If you k** me, then I will come back to k** you (No you could never come back from the dead, I k** you)