South Park - Revenge lyrics

First Verse: My homie called me in the morning from a hospital bed He got holes in his body from a glock full of lead He said, three motherf**ers that his lady knows Tried to jack his a** for his 84's Now in a Ben Taub sick bed, my homie lays up He got sprayed up, 'cause he wouldn't raise Caught three of the seven of the shots that rang Them folks sayin' that he'd never walk the same It sounds like a job for the uzi gat And where the f** did your b**h say these fools be at? For a real long time, we been the best of friends And I'll be damned if a n***a don't get revenge I feel anger, that I'm no stranger to Bustin' slugs in they guts just a thang to do Why they pray for you, come and spray they crew Got love for my homies, I thought you knew? He said "Los don't sweat it, let this sh** alone," but with these punk motherf**ers I must pick a bone Now will it be the cranium or the chest plate? Necks break back, snap, put him in checkmate Lead take me to vengeance, send this Ripping through tendons I end this Because you bleed inside and it hurts to cough I can't take no advice I gots to break them off Chorus: 'cause my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I gotta do, What my friends, would do for me, You muthaf**as gotta beg, y'all askin' for action, Eat a f**in' K, I'm blastin' some a**es 'cause my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I gotta do, What my friends, would do for me, You muthaf**as gotta beg, y'all askin' for action, Eat a f**in' K, I'm blastin' some a**es Second Verse: My n***as check me, I'm thinkin' of a master plan I'm straight up blastin' glocks, them f**in' ba*tards ran I'm steady missin' all my homies that done bit the dust Got revenge 'cause them b**hes wasn't sh** to us Now what the f** can I accomplish? And when I'm dead, will I find myself on God's list? Every night I give, thanks I wouldn't die today Turnin' cane into crack and my mic away We dealin' 'cause we feelin' that the, pay's right Hopin' Mama never see me at my, grave site No daylight, play night cautiously Could be d**h, or my freedom what it's costin' me Lost in dear life my wife be that Mary Jane And my streets got me strollin' blueberry Lane Very same song sung in the South From the mouth of a hustler, never have I trusted a Trick or a hoe or a dope fiend either 'cause they smoke like a beaver buildin' dams on the river Live a, life of a "G' til' the d - a - why Hittin' switches on the freeway high Don't reply 'cause me don't give a f** What you hoes got to say about me Hillwood funk Chorus Third Verse: Stop short in your tracks Gats got the place surrounded Sounded two warning shots, f** on up and you'll be grounded Pounded bodies with a bunch of twelve gauges Now her face is too straight in the f**in' dog cages Pages of my book, turn like the wind blows On the paper of a crook, muthaf** them hoes Hittin' flows as a hustler, rose as a "G" Saves his flows to big 8, now he scores half a ki Some say in his head he got insanity inside But all it really be is mathematically inclined Look behind, you might find others takin' over Rookies movin' cookies, they whipped in baking soda Baby learn the f**in' rules, my cheese, is SOLID AS A ROCK With my homies and we BALLIN' WITH A GLOCK Tenderoni phony fraud motherf**ers Best to get out the game, 'fore you die motherf**ers Bustas trust us, but us hustlas trust no one You can sure run with no gun That be a n***a slow guns So roll one of them sweets Chug-a-lug on the eightball And see where this motherf**in life is gonna take y'all And haters might fall Chorus