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south park mexican – revenge lyrics

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[first verse:]

my homie called me in the morning from a hospital bed

he got holes in his body from a glock full of lead

he said, three motherf-ckers that his lady knows

tried to jack his -ss for his 84’s

now in a ben taub sick bed, my homie lays up

he got sprayed up, cuz he wouldn’t raise

caught three of the seven of the shots that rang

them folks sayin’ that he’d never walk the same

it sounds like a job for the uzi gat

and where the f-ck did your b-tch say these fools be at?

for a real long time, we been the best of friends

and i’ll be d-mned if a n-gg- don’t get revenge

i feel anger, that i’m no stranger to

bustin’ slugs in they guts just a thang to do

why they pray for you, come and spray they crew

got love for my homies, i thought you knew?

he said “los don’t sweat it, let this sh-t alone,”

but with these punk motherf-ckers i must pick a bone

now will it be the cranium or the chest plate?

necks break back, snap, put him in checkmate

lead take me to vengeance, send this

ripping through tendons i end this

because you bleed inside and it hurts to cough

i can’t take no advice i gots to break them off

[chorus:]

cuz my revenge, it tastes so sweet, i gotta do,

what my friends, would do for me,

you m-th-f-ckas gotta beg,

y’all askin’ for action,

eat a f-ckin’ k,

i’m blastin’ some -sses

cuz my revenge, it tastes so sweet, i gotta do,

what my friends, would do for me,

you m-th-f-ckas gotta beg,

y’all askin’ for action,

eat a f-ckin’ k,

i’m blastin’ some -sses

[second verse:]

my n-gg-s check me, i’m thinkin’ of a master plan

i’m straight up blastin’ glocks, them f-ckin’ b-st-rds ran

i’m steady missin’ all my homies that done bit the dust

got revenge cuz them b-tches wasn’t sh-t to us

now what the f-ck can i accomplish?

and when i’m dead, will i find myself on god’s list?

every night i give, thanks i wouldn’t die today

turnin’ cane into crack and my mic away

we dealin’ cuz we feelin’ that the, pay’s right

hopin’ mama never see me at my, grave site

no daylight, play night cautiously

could be death, or my freedom what it’s costin’ me

lost in dear life my wife be that mary jane

and my streets got me strollin’ blueberry lane

very same song sung in the south

from the mouth of a hustler, never have i trusted a

trick or a hoe or a dope fiend either

cuz they smoke like a beaver buildin’ dams on the river

live a, life of a “g’ til’ the d – a – y

hittin’ switches on the freeway high

don’t reply cuz me don’t give a f-ck

what you hoes got to say about me hillwood funk

[chorus]

[third verse:]

stop short in your tracks

gats got the place surrounded

sounded two warning shots, f-ck on up and you’ll be grounded

pounded bodies with a bunch of twelve gauges

now her face is too straight in the f-ckin’ dog cages

pages of my book, turn like the wind blows

on the paper of a crook, m-th-f-ck them hoes

hittin’ flows as a hustler, rose as a “g”

saves his flows to big 8, now he scores half a ki

some say in his head he got insanity inside

but all it really be is mathematically inclined

look behind, you might find others takin’ over

rookies movin’ cookies, they whipped in baking soda

baby learn the f-ckin’ rules, my cheese, is solid as a rock

with my homies and we ballin’ with a glock

tenderoni phony fraud motherf-ckers

best to get out the game, ‘fore you die motherf-ckers

bustas trust us, but us hustlas trust no one

you can sure run with no gun

that be a n-gg- slow guns

so roll one of them sweets

chug-a-lug on the eightball

and see where this motherf-ckin life is gonna take y’all

and haters might fall

[chorus]

- south park mexican lyrics

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