Slug - Primer lyrics

[Begin] Hey Daley, Get the f** away from my sister you punk motherf**er (intro) I do... I do... I do... Hey wha**up, can I kiss the b**h yet?... I do... First of all b**h, I never promised I'd be rich So f** you and your wishes, ya need to do the dishes And change the damn cat litter I thought I told you to get rid of that crazy cat last week Yo, don't you get sa**y with me missy Because I'll go upside you quickly But yo, she's kinda sneaky when I sleep she'll probably stick me But it be a threat, and threats make her respond She probably grew up watching pops beat her mom Until the break-a-dawn I could pop sh**, talk sh**, hostage to herself Because there ain't no where to walk; this is the middle of hell You've got no job, no diploma Might as well kick it with me and live in Hinckley, Minnesota She's my trailer park chick With the pop tarts and venison hard liquor to cop a buzz Off the over the counter medicine The rent is in the mail b**h pump the keg Fix the antenna, act your age and spread your legs It's my CAS-STLE, white trash ho And if I want to I'll put it in your a**hole You wanna battle baby? I'll put a shadow over your sky Now shut the f** up and fix me turkey pot pie I own the camaro and the mobile home, so where the f** you gonna go? (4X) Go, go Go ahead and call your mom if ya need someone to cry to boo I guarantee that that b**h is gonna lie to you f** ya crank head, soap opera, pastries, and diet soda Everything she'll ever need to know she learned from Oprah You what the hell she's gonna do for you? That b**h is stuck too Get off my phone, tell her I said what up, and muthaf** you And tell daddy if he wants some To bring his drunk a** on I beat that fat ba*tard with a cast on Ay yo honey I'm trippin But why you always flippin Dress s*utty everytime that we go drinkin with my buddies Won't be long before you carrying my puppies Speaking of which you bleeding yet b**h? Cause you gettin kind of chubby Yo, where the hell'd you put my stash? Better tell me quick fast or catch a foot in the a** Oh no, you did not smoke all of my pot If my remmington was out the pawn shop, you'd get shot Stop, and put that knife back in the sink Baby, Baby, Baby, why you f**ing trying to take me to the brink? What you think? Quit thinking and pretending that you're smart Happily ever after 'til d**h do us part I own the camaro and the mobile home, so where the f** you gonna go? (4X) I love you