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mike oxlong - the outsiders - bonus lyrics

[intro: mike oxlong]
welcome people, welcome!
welcome, i welcome you
me, billy, bruce and f+cking doug taj

[verse 1: mike oxlong]
for people to find evidence of me, go ahead and press record
don’t n0body tell mike he cannot f+cking handle divorce
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, do we f+cking love these hoes with some f+cking g+straps
disappoint myself if that b+tch escapes, i can’t believe that
catch yo f+cking son listenin’ to me red+handed, what was thе feedback
don’t you f+cking think mike doesn’t levеl up to much stress
drive+ by, shoot and f+cking aim to the legs, leave them all hop+less
manager callin’ my f+cking phone, the f+ck is up next?
two big booties in between my eyes, see in a swimsuit
he didn’t want kids, too f+cking bad, you’ll be having some kids soon
is mike really k!lling? now that sh+t remains a secret
living in mike’s bad and not sad world, can you really see it
mike is not what you f+cking think, he’s not a perfect human being
so let me k!ll you and ask the f+cking people how mike was really like
alright you gonna wanna f+cking get me off here, fine, period
this b+tch talking back to me, like b+tch are you serious?
tryna be deebie from friday, repeat every single lyric
first day as a serial k!ller, at first it’s an awful experience
mike, don’t grab him on his f+cking d+ck to his b+lls
leave with f+cking battle scars and running with a mental disease
y’all just in mike’s own little trap, dead trying to take my cheese
b+tch, put ya motherf+ckin’ hands up, i say freeze
start beef like f+cking usa, wipe the blood off with the napkin
people that f+cking know mike realise mike demands action
bullet to the mouth, now your t++th has some big ol’ gap in
k!lled the b+tch, like george w. bush, trying to clean up the mess i made
striped a dead body till’ i find cash, see no reason to be getting paid
my f+cking middlefinger resembles an upside down cross
jump out my f+cking house before you shot, two f+cking kriss kross
i told jesus myself that i have learned a lot from satan
mike has no particular or any visible ass patience
the time it takes to f+cking k!ll a b+tch from inside of a bas+m+nt
gun to my f+cking lawyer to say “thats some false ass statements”
ha, ha, ha
[break: johnny]
stay gold ponyboy

[verse 2: billy j. mackie]
i don’t f+cking release sh+t, i’m very speechless
everybody who knows me and mike, know that were very needless
soon as the f+cking success has reached us
billy can’t hear your appreciation, speak up
don’t think mike hurt these b+tches like publicity stunts
to be honest, i gotta say, i only hit a broad once
splitted the cash, with mines i brought my 4 pack blunts
from the southside, from the westside
popping off sh+t, let me f+cking get mines
mike’s too numb for this sh+t, old for this sh+t
danny glover but i’m not too old for this sh+t
well if you want italian job, working shift to shift
get off my hammer, i said get off it b+tch
don’t make me get michael here, he’ll f+ck you up
you don’t know me, don’t know basketball, only know kobe
rip your antennas out like the ones out of a bug
motherf+ckin’ right i hate being sober, never stay off the drugs
somewhere to hide my bills, under my mug
somewhere to hide my drugs, under the rug
resolve things with the m16, in the f+cking same day
can full of matches and some gas to light up your day
everybody in the inside wanna talk sh+t, what did you say
i’ma f+cking break your face, come and play
if it isn’t the bars i lay, it’s you i f+cking lay
police, i think its too late and cold to catch a case
if brucie ever gave one f+ck, he’ll have you paying these cuts
not afraid if you don’t stab me with this knife here
gimme the gun, now is this the real sh+t that you fear, is that clear
[interlude: mike oxlong]
you know, i used to dream about this since i was a little boy
never thought it would end this way, cut

[verse 3: brucie]
why the f+ck would i offer my b+tch my heart when she rather my money
she saying “woah that d+ck feel kinda pokey and funny
well its the blow of the knife, you won’t f+cking survive
funny how a few words turn into your turn to die
f+ck this beat, f+ck this super duper check
release my anger outside and see what i can f+cking wreck
after that, like d+mn, brucie made a h+ll of a mess
f+cking send feminists to reappear in h+ll with no regrets
violent outbursts, violence occurring throughout the neighborhood
i need you to hold this 44, is that understood
just to point it at me but not check the f+cking bullets, empty mags
just like stolen money, get your f+cking head in the bag
learn what it feels like to have no dad once i shoot your dad
see the f+cking pill bottle as tall as the bar stool
hand your kids heroin and alcohol, is that what you call cool?
now your f+cking kids gonna have extra trouble focusing on school
flip the teacher and get sent to detention after school
f+ck, what the f+ck am i rapping about, move on to the next list

[interlude: mike oxlong]
now listen to mike
i wanna try something right now
so they don’t do this anymore
i’ma say some sh+t
and i want the guys to say it with me
it goes:
you feel something heatin’ up, i just shot you
then the ladies go:
oh my god, you just f+cking shot me
doug go ahead and repeat
[verse 4: doug taj]
everybody put some hands, shoot them all in one line
there was at least 6 girls and 3 boys, so that makes nine
bite motherf+ckers off like a f+cking canine
say something and let me see what else rhymes
scar on my face resembling the last ride with alejandro sosa
doug barely do a 3+step but instead go with one+step sofa
hardcore, in your f+cking face like a b+tch, no actual b+tch
i am not no f+cking fine man like for example hitch
suffered more pain, for example with multiple b+tches
i don’t care what b+lls with you
i’m not biased about you sl+ts, i just don’t get along with you
what doug means about that is that he doesn’t f+ck with you
paint a pretty picture but i’ll still get rainy weather
i’m gone

[outro: mike oxlong]
wassup, the outsiders coming now!
big daddies, take a step back, we coming now
2004, 2003, not the same mike
good+a+bye
anybody else can rhyme on this sh+t
i don’t f+cking care, boy, girl, man+child, trans
sh+t i don’t give a f+ck
hop on it, maybe we’ll sign you

- mike oxlong lyrics

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