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SIC (Prod.Ryan C)
Freddie Dredd
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Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm-
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm-
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm-
[Verse 1: Freddie Dredd]
I feel so mothafuckin’ sick from the murders that I do
Blood streamin' down your neck, as I grip up to the Tec
Head poundin' like the pigs, at yo' mothafuckin' door
No questions will be asked because you a stupid hoe
Find yo' mothafuckin’ body mutilated in the sea
Lookin' like a fuckin' trout, blood all spread out
You think there’s recovery ?
Bitch, you do not want to know me, F-R-E-D Dredd is me
Feel me creepin' down yo' street
Body so sore from the bullshit I endure
Demons poisonin' yo' mind, take a picture of yo' demise
Say goodbye to yo' life because it will end so fast
Motherfuckin' hit the gas, 'cause yo' carcass will not last
In the motherfuckin' face, such a motherfuckin' shame
You will not look the same, once again I'll tell you mane
I will kill you, not for play, just for pleasure, that's so sane
I can not ask any mo', shut the fuck up, hit the flo'
[Outro: KingPin Skinny Pimp]
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm-
Ah, not a thermometer
Bitch, it's the 9 inches, I'm-