Lyrics:
girl
Do you wanna watch an old man cry
Whacker, Cracker, Smaker, Slacker, cum cuckin' nigga-jacker,
So specific, motorific, fly high and die by
I build a house by the lake and I know it's all gonna be ok
A little place by the lake and I know that it's all gonna be ok
Crackers they don't know,
bitch-made cracker, love yours, and I swear that Is all that you need
I shed tears by the river
By the river
From all the pain that I done felt
And I can't
men sit 'round the cracker barrels
The children hum their Christmas carols
The train tracks all run parallel
But they'll all meet up one day
caught slippin' crackers goin' find your ass, not breathing
100 wholes in your ass with your body leaking
Nigga ridin' with 'em drums, nigga for a reason
I?ll lose everything
You can lock me up, cracker, I?ma get out and do the same thing
You take this rap shit from me, I?ll find another game
Don't get
You're a bloodsucker and I call you Transylvanian (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah)
Move quick
With the guys (With the guys)
Like I hit a lick, we just do 'em by
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
some crackers I sleep at the Ritz
Trying to get pampered just me and my bitch
Gotta fly to France just for the handkerchief
I got a temper you don’t
A hundred shots in that Caddy
Pull up with some shooters off that
Evil and they fucked up
On the rod with that work right by the AM
Got it sewed up
Got
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
The brows are arched of the mews across the street
By a pale ochre light are made out heavy reliefs
Where all your dreams are borrowed all your senses are
niggas, them
Most of them victimized because the daily grind
Crackers be bamming and sending them
Down to the county
Face down on the pavement
Met a honey riding on the trolly
Looking kinda Dolby said that I could call her Molly
Said she had a lover that went by the name of Polly
As she
No dude wanna be a cracker so badly
Thought he was in good
With a good family
Had a baby he neglected
Hair too nappy, tangled
Shoulda found your
Traded in our fears of a white god in exchange for eternal pride
This Kalashnikov kill crackers
Banana mags, send his ass back to the Caucasus mountains
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
You caught slippin crackers goin to find your ass not breathin,
A hundred holes in your ass and your body licking,
Nigga ridin with them
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
Nothing wrong
Just putting it out in the air
Real brother by blood
I get money in cribs
Ain't gang affiliated
I paid dues I'll pay more in due time
I pay
hidden agenda's
Shit nobody Know's
Mama's burying kids
This world getting cold
Got hit by a stray
On the way to the store
They shoot where they play
It
magic trick
No smoke and mirrors
cin't no you n me in conversation
Hoe
Don't compare us
I'm the captain
I give crackers to these fuckin' parrots
to catch a body, double back, do it again
I spin your block just by myself 'cause DoubleM don't need a friend
The crackers pull me over, they complainin'
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
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