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dayton family - what's on my mind (part ii) lyrics

yeah
m-th-rf-ckin dayton family g
back in this m-th-rf-cker once again
you can’t f-ck with me
i’m here to tell you what the f-ck is on my mind
maniac, lunatic psycho, and all that dope sh-t n-gga

what’s on my mind is a m-th-rf-cking murder
ask your motherf-cking mammy did i hurt her
what’s on my mind is victims in the baskets
taking place in some motherf-cker’s caskets
what’s on my mind is a rape in progress
i got my d-ck in between some b-tch’s br–sts
what’s on my mind is a knife at a hoe’s throat
i took her gold, her p-ssy, and a mink coat
what’s on my mind is a motherf-cking tragedy
two honeys to two fifty cads roll these
what’s on my mind is the teacher in the cl-ssroom
she said no p-ss, i asked to use the bathroom
i pulled my d-ck out then i p-ssed on the floor
she tried to run, tripped and fell, stupid hoe
i jacked my d-ck off then i walked out the door
i hear a voice, “don’t come in to my cl-ss no more.”
what’s on my mind is a bum eating out the trash
asked for a quarter, i kicked him in his dusty -ss
what’s on my mind is “i hope” he said, “you stay in school.”
know what i told him? go suck a d-ck you old fool
what’s on my mind is a little honky called me daddy
you want to find him? take a look up under my caddy
what’s on my mind is crime without a dime
for me to know and for you to find out
what’s on my mind is a raid in my dope house
ten rushed in ain’t none of you b-tches leaving now
they got on vests, i guess they think that i’m a sleeper
but that’s like paper to my motherf-cking street sweeper
one was a b-tch, so i got some boiling hot
same water that i use to hook up my rocks
put it on his chest and then i heard her scream
i bust a nut as if it was a wet dream
what’s on my mind is a blind lady in a street
she asked for help i said first you gotta suck my meat
what’s on my mind is human peace across the f-cking nation
picking cotton f-ck yeah i like the situation
when its low, so i gotta move fast
pulled out my whip hit him hard cracker move fast
what’s on my mind is a rookie hanging from a string
we made it through it, let’s see if these hoes can hang
what’s on my mind is some black leather player gloves
i think its mandatory every time i k!ll a scrub
cause in flint, they really really want me bad
get some prints i can hear them yeah we got his -ss
but thats okay and everything going be fine
i know i tough and that’s enough of whats on my mind

what’s on my mind?
a motherf-cking tooting spree
what’s on my mind?
a motherf-cking murder

what’s on my mind is another violent tooting spree
n0body trusts ira i was suited up a key (mckie!)
what’s on my mind is a cane house in my neighborhood
walked on the porch and i-r-a knocked on the f-cking wood
what’s on my mind is a hoe answering the f-cking door
she said who is it, i said yo can i speak to joe?
she said you got the wrong house i said i know that snitch
i cracked a grip, pulled out my gat and then i popped that b-tch
what’s on my mind is a dead body on the floor
i shot that b-tch through the gl-ss on the front door
what’s on my mind is the cane in the bas-m-nt
i l!cked my fingers hit the cane and i taste it
what’s on my mind is three n-ggas in the next room
if they don’t break they’re gonna make some dead bodies soon
what’s on my nine is the guts from a bl–dy man
and the finger that was blown off his f-cking hand
what’s on my mind is a bl–dy -ss doberman
put him in a trench and sent his body to the government
what’s on my mind is commercials on my tv
about the army yeah them b-tches want to draft me
what’s on my mind is a b-tch climbing in my bed
don’t want no s-x i want to dig into this b-tch’s head
what’s on my mind is a little baby being drug
from a deuce by the bumper like a little rug
what’s on my mind is a motherf-cking blood bath
two stanky b-tches must have asked me for my autograph
what’s on my mind is a b-tch’s head up in a tree
and why you k!ll her g? that b-tch should never spoke to me
what’s on my mind is a cane slanger fixing to die
he wore no colors but that b-tch disrespected i
what’s on my mind is a hooker in an alley ditch
that hoe was dead but i still gisummed on the b-tch
what’s on my mind is a spade up on the f-cking wall
the last crackhead smit it with an eight ball
what’s on my mind is a room full of sacking hoes
i whooping they -ss taking they cash dropping elbows
but thats okay and everything going be fine
i know i’m tough and thats enough of whats on my mind

what’s on my mind?
a motherf-cking tooting spree
bdrapa!
what’s on my mind?
a motherf-cking murder
bdrapa!

- dayton family lyrics

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