Hog Slop
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You wanted to start up, baby, not me
Well now you gotta pay
So I'm gonna grind you into the ground, baby
And then I'm gonna step on your pretty face
And when I'm through with you, I'll forget you like you were nothin'
And if you get to mention they couldn't handle all this pimpin'
You step out of line, you pay a fine
Respect the boss when you see one
Salute, it's a shoot
Self-titled and Jay Zone, back on that bullshit
I'm back off vacay, dust off the AK
They say they hard but they really should nay nay
Move up the turkey baster
Minus one, we got thirty flavors
Inject these hoes with toxic sperm invaders
The boy's an animal
I'm known for making shit go down like a toilet handle
I done ran through a check but I ain't trickin' on hoes
Ice cold with the murder game, I trigger the froze
Plottin' and schemin' on D-boys for their packs of snow
And after I done snatched the dope, I'm drinkin' some Jack and Coke
Ain't exaggeratin' though
Me and Zone got these evil tones broadcastin' in European homes
Swing through on a Tarzan rope
And rip you out that Pierre Cardin coat
When I'm tearin' out tonsils in your throat
Feel this Rollie on your lips
Didn't I tell you you should watch your mouth, bitch?
You the type to spell boy B-O-Y and weigh less than your bitch
But only Self could do that
He like some fat Jay Zone, don't be lovin' him
Motherfuck, yeah
You and your crew got guns? Still a bunch of punks
Tell 'em for their sons, me and my pops want our name back
At the next show, round up your middle-aged white female fans
Run game and fuck 'em on the train track
Come here, baby, get up
Nah, you're not gonna kill nobody
'Cause you don't have it here, baby
And that's the difference between you and me
I'm gonna wipe you out, baby
'Cause there'll be no more trouble out of you
My boy Jay Zone been independent pimpin'
Backstage backslappin' bitches
So this dirty snake groupie ain't on the crew list
Alien vs. Predator, which one uglier than you, bitch?
You know I only like fat versions of J-Lo when she plays Selena
This fully auto Glock'll make you do the Macarena
You came out the closet and walked right into a men's locker room
And sucked every cock in the room
Fuck rap, I went and learned to play the drums
'Cause rap got overrun by Coolery and Boom
Mommy a Tyler Perry
Tap dancin' peach cobbler
Sandball ghostwriter, T.W. Griffith
Self, you take the big bitch, I'll take Little Miss Vicious
'Cause I only fuck with tomboy Subway eatin' bitches
I need a chick with a left hook that'll break your ribs
And an ass fat enough to crack bike seat leather
And I'm on it like plastic slip covers on a raggedy couch
In a ghetto old black folks' house
I'm so cheap, ain't it no way when the economy crash
A bitch ask me for some wine, I put three grapes in her ass
You's a punk, your girl's playin' you
She leave the house, you stay true
You even sit down to pee when you log on Facebook
Comment on her pictures, talk about she's so pretty
And when she's likin' your fuckin' comment, I'm suckin' on her titty
Come on, pick it up
You're out of your mind
No, I'm tough, baby
Tough enough to pull this trigger
You don't believe me?
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