White Trash

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Pimpadelic

Pimpadelic was a Fort Worth, Texas–based rap rock band. more »

Year:

2000

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I light fires in your cities every night as you sleep 
I'm like a white zombie baby, I'm an astrocreep 
A motherfuckin loser 
But still I got sweets 

Mad fuckin lyrics over bomb-ass beats 
Like helter skelter I be comin down fast 
Bitches come around, get a dick in your ass 
Don't step in more shit than ya want to get on ya 

I got mad game from here to california 
On a mission, bitches be dissin me, don't piss me off 
'Cause they can't cope, my rhymes are dope
Y'all can all f*ck off comin live from Texas 

So you can't compete 
You introduce me to your girl, now she's workin the streets 
For easy jesus, the derelict 
Don't put up with no disrespect 

I'm much more than what you'd expect 
I'll break your motherfuckin neck, proper 
F*ck the cops that hawk me, right 
Like G.G. Allin they ain't never gonna take me alive 

Statutory stories never make me back down 
I drive a cadillac bitch straight up the blue mound 
I be frontin motherfuckers tryin to walk with a limp 
Not a playa hata fool, I'm easy jesus the pimp 

And I'm psycho like no other motherfucker
And I'm psycho like no other motherfucker
And I'm psycho like no other motherfucker

F*ck you, I am white trash 
I sit you up like sid vicious 
Smack your ass like heroin 
Smokin weed 

Constantly 
Yes indeed 
I do it better than most 
I get ghost after committin the crime 

Polish for the parents and jump the fence
Then I'm back in my ride 
I'm a outlaw, a microphone is my gun 
And like the trenchcoat mafia I want to kill someone 

Mothafuckas panic 'cause they know I'm satanic 
I don't give a f*ck about nobody, understand that 
Statutory stories never make me back down 
I drive a cadillac bitch straight up the blue mound 

I be frontin motherfuckers tryin to walk with a limp 
Not a playa hata fool, we some god damn pimps 
Beat up from the get-go, born in a good times van
My nuts in a sling middle finger on my hand

I pop some shit and then you pop a clip think you're packin nuts
It's time to wrap it up and flip the script
No matter where I'm from this scum is number one
To get under the velvet rope and watch the bitches flock in

Tons, holler, holler for the gold collar, scholar from the
School of hard knocks another day, another dollar
Had to bother all the brothers; that smother the nasties that
Hover, a bone is picked, you know I got your number

Hillbillies from dixie, trigger fingers that are itchy
Got my back attack if a cat tries to get with me
Raised on hank jr., Tennessee whiskey and tattoos
In a cradle with my rebel blankie singin the blues

Daddy was a rolling stone and a felon
Crystal meth and my sister was what he was sellin
Statutory stories never make me back down
Stompin hard with my honkies never makin a sound

F*ck you pussys that forgot about poor white trash
And if that ain't country, I'll kick your ass
F*ck you, I am white trash!

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