Lyric Over There Shit
Ladies and Gentlemen [2x]
Here s the new shit I m on
We can all get along
But if ya step to me wrong
I m gonna bang ya like a gong
And I don t need a gang to do it
I creep solo
Beat ya till ya dead
Put out ya freakin head
That s how I do
Because I m sick like dat
And you ll get kicked like dat
If ya fakin the funk
I got a trunk full of beats
And a head full of rhymes
I got stains on my sheets
From all the good times
That I spent with ya Hookers
Some were good lookers
And some were just stunts
After too many blunts
Ya got ya arm around ya girl
But don t make me laugh kid
Gettin steam pressured
Your girl s schemin on the grafted
Jail faced Celt
Backed up
Catch a welt
From the buckle
Of my belt
Now tell me how that felt
Oooh I m on some of the over there shit [3x]
I m on some Milky I don t care shit
I don t care...
It s the return of the livin dead
Put all concerned to bed
I m alive and kickin
Ask any girl I m stickin
Back once again
I never shot the heroin
Or hit the glass pipe
Ass wipe
Stop the rumor
I ll kill ya like a tumor in your colon
I ll leave your shit all swollen
Get off my dick cause thick is how I m rollin
The Soul Assassainator ll
Get ya open like a crator
I m down with psycho vader
cause I m flava like a plate a
Corn beef and cabbage
I m a savage on the set
Don t do nuthin you ll regret
Because you ll end up gettin wet like water
I m out for slaughter
Cops lock up your daughter
[Chorus]
I rock it page style cause freed damaged ya
If ya play me close punk I m gonna damage ya
We got the FunkDoobie in the House
With the Mickey Mouse
I spot a hooker then I m runnin up in ya blouse
I ain t a bitch so don t play me soft
I got a round in my chamber and the safety s off
Pullin on the trigger
Ain t nuthin brave
But I m a sick fucker
Like a red-neck trucker
And I just might buck ya down
You re starin down my barrel
So ya jump around
Ya try to get away
But I m too quick to pull
So don t try to gas me
Punk, my tank s full
I ain t got the time
I don t need the fuel
Punk we can duel
I ll take ya ass to school
Then break down the lesson
Here s the pop quiz
I get s top billin
You can ask Iz
[Chorus]
Here s the new shit I m on
We can all get along
But if ya step to me wrong
I m gonna bang ya like a gong
And I don t need a gang to do it
I creep solo
Beat ya till ya dead
Put out ya freakin head
That s how I do
Because I m sick like dat
And you ll get kicked like dat
If ya fakin the funk
I got a trunk full of beats
And a head full of rhymes
I got stains on my sheets
From all the good times
That I spent with ya Hookers
Some were good lookers
And some were just stunts
After too many blunts
Ya got ya arm around ya girl
But don t make me laugh kid
Gettin steam pressured
Your girl s schemin on the grafted
Jail faced Celt
Backed up
Catch a welt
From the buckle
Of my belt
Now tell me how that felt
Oooh I m on some of the over there shit [3x]
I m on some Milky I don t care shit
I don t care...
It s the return of the livin dead
Put all concerned to bed
I m alive and kickin
Ask any girl I m stickin
Back once again
I never shot the heroin
Or hit the glass pipe
Ass wipe
Stop the rumor
I ll kill ya like a tumor in your colon
I ll leave your shit all swollen
Get off my dick cause thick is how I m rollin
The Soul Assassainator ll
Get ya open like a crator
I m down with psycho vader
cause I m flava like a plate a
Corn beef and cabbage
I m a savage on the set
Don t do nuthin you ll regret
Because you ll end up gettin wet like water
I m out for slaughter
Cops lock up your daughter
[Chorus]
I rock it page style cause freed damaged ya
If ya play me close punk I m gonna damage ya
We got the FunkDoobie in the House
With the Mickey Mouse
I spot a hooker then I m runnin up in ya blouse
I ain t a bitch so don t play me soft
I got a round in my chamber and the safety s off
Pullin on the trigger
Ain t nuthin brave
But I m a sick fucker
Like a red-neck trucker
And I just might buck ya down
You re starin down my barrel
So ya jump around
Ya try to get away
But I m too quick to pull
So don t try to gas me
Punk, my tank s full
I ain t got the time
I don t need the fuel
Punk we can duel
I ll take ya ass to school
Then break down the lesson
Here s the pop quiz
I get s top billin
You can ask Iz
[Chorus]
