Lyrics:
It's Mr. Womp Womp
Grenades and pistols in the trunk trunk
Watch whatcha whatcha want cause I can bring the funk funk
Back with a hump
you ever forget
I'm just a poor little white boy
Showin my respect
Like Willie Mays my eyes Purple Haze
My solar razor burn through shades
My grenades
[Intro: Icey Rock Craven]
Born in the basement of Bizzle*
Brought to life by Icey Rock and Tech N9ne
The many faces of madness
I bring to you,
I swear all this stuff is insane
(I swear all this stuff is insane)
I swear I be snappin' when rappin'
I'm droppin' a bomb on a track like grenades
I swear all this stuff is insane
(I swear all this stuff is insane)
I swear I be snappin' when rappin'
I'm droppin' a bomb on a track like grenades
Burn and decay
A thousand lives lie on sins and dismay
Causalities that fell on drugs and grenades
Get your blood off of me
I flood in fees I saw
all to someone who didn't display
Wouldn't convey anything but how to betray
Handmade grenade ready to detonate
I struggle to articulate how much you
gators that's necessary
Accessories, my closet's a "Pet Sematary"
I get approached by animal activists
I live in a zoo
I run scandals with savages
All
Half Baked,
At the cabin by the Lake.
See the blue and white plates,
See the wood on the panel.
I may be Chanel Oat, Chilly O, Flannel Coat (??).
ed, tell a story of the streets
[big ed]
My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasn't he strapped
Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black
Ahh dats
believe it my niggas say
He was sellin' grenades
Keep bullshittin' and ima sit you
Where the bomb at
DC nigga, sittin wrist whip dough
He ain't know
and
I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in your face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remy I do shit on purpose
You never hear me say, "Forgive me"
I'm
An assassinator
Up against the wall - it's Valentine's Day
The Massacre's about due for a replay
I'm about to explode - like a hand grenade
Evil E do damage
Lloyd Banks)
I wake up to my medicine, head throbbin', heart full of rage (yeah)
Feelin' dirty from haze, as strong as thirty grenades
When it comes
The devil's who you're fuckin' with
[Chorus]
Murda, murda, murda, murda
[Layzie]
I'm corrupt and demented and I diminish by execution
A savage of torture
Watchin' Half Baked,
At the cabin by the Lake.
See the blue and white plates,
See the wood on the panel.
I may be Chanel Oat, Chilly O, Flannel Coat .
Turn the music up
Uh, them hoes throwing pussy like hand grenades
Don't let it blow up in your face slime
Had to buy my dick a barricade
We living through your dreams
Death before dishonor, cut by katana
Play while I lay, bathhouse Tijuana
Getting fucked by Lana, hoes in the sauna
Like
found my soul mate finally
But one day I found out she actually owned a copy
Of Joe dirt on DVD
Oh, no! I said
Hey! Are we lobbing hand grenades, kiddo?
P.O.W.'s got hung
What the fuck do I know about a grenade
All I know is the couch and my 12 gauge
And what if that pin gets stuck?
Several more
more light cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the Lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle
P.O.W.'s got hung
What the fuck do I know about a grenade
All I know is the (????) in my 12 gauge
And what if that pin gets stuck?
Several more casualties
case I get chased by space aliens
A brainiac, with a cranium packed, full of more uranium
Than a maniac Saudi Arabian
A highly combustible head,
don't it?)
Yeah I been tryin' to slang it, but don't nobody want it
They can't help you with band-aids, we comin' with grenades,
You ain't seen this
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