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boss hog barbarians - cocksucka lyrics

(j-zone)
get those ballls, out of yer jawwws
{“c-cksucker!”}
yo

i’d like to take this time to thank y’all for that j-zone hatred
all that critical acclaim sh-t, i ain’t think that i could make it
critics, and hip-hop purists give me cr-p
they want “bottle of whup -ss” i gave ’em boss hog rap
fickle fans i can’t funk with y’all
rather have your lil’ sister play a flute solo on my b-lls!
and they say life’s a b-tch, that never takes her clothes off
so i’m quick to feed her a d-ckwich and a side order of coleslaw

(celph t-tled)
you know i’m laughin when i hear celph t-tled can’t rap for nothin
and you right cause if i’m spittin it’s at least 3500
and that’s, per bar, by far as real as it gets
so spread rumors, talk sh-t, see the limp i walk with b-tch?
they got a problem when i spit usin these raw words
but i’m a hog ’til i die, out my mind, i’m absurd
i prefer you come see me you got a problem with it
c-cksucker i’m a glock buster with clips for the critics, sheeeit

{“watch it c-cksucker!”}

(j-zone)
and i love it when y’all say i fell off {“c-cksucker”} yup
regression’s my middle name now suck a d-ck or cut a check
but even when i’m 84, boy my d-ck will still stretch
from hong kong to hollis and my wife’ll be in college
19 and s-xy and a real {“c-cksucker”}
like my ex did for me but when she serviced other brothers
i learned, you can’t trust a hoeslaw
so for now all i let that b-tch touch is this d-ck and that door

(celph t-tled)
now back home they all be lovin me so f-ck a {“c-cksucker”}
who talkin sh-t about tampa, we’ll put a gun to your mother
and f-ck her raw with no rubbers so cold hug a {“c-cksucker”}
let her know that you love her, peep where i skeeted on the sofa cover
it ain’t over slugger, i love the speculations
on my confrontations yes i’ve been stompin faces we mobbin haters
made more cash off rap than you can imagine {“c-cksucker”}
and me and zone got the best coats at dog show pageants
c-cksucker

{“c-cksucker!”}
{“c-cksucker”}

(j-zone nursery rhyme)
hoe, hoe, hoe you b-tch, quickly down the track
pimpin and pimpin and pimpin and pimpin, it’s time to get my cash
{-cash register sound-}

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