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prime minister pete nice - rat bastard lyrics

(you dirty, rotten, rat b-st-rd
come on up face to face
and i’ll meet you at the bar
hey!
i’ll cut your belly up
you dirty, rotten, rat b-st-rd)
(you dirty, rotten, rat b-st-rd)
(you dirty, rotten, rat b-st-rd)

(it rubs the lotion on its skin and does whatever it’s told)
(it rubs the lotion on the skin
or else it gets the hose again)
(what the f-ck you want)
(motherf-cker duck)

[ verse 1 ]
[i hear] you puff and swig on a bottle
rolled on your ho, now she’s a role model
i hit ya up, mix ya up in my decks of cards
cuttin’ the deck (yeah)
but times is hard
diggedy you remember the night that i met ya?
i dismembered your limbs and fed ya
apple sauce, pork chops, and beans
no cigarettes, know what i means?
wind it up, wind it up on the binge
you’re readin’ my lips on a lunatic fringe
hinges swing, so i swing my cleaver
straight for the crotch, i leave ya to the beaver
latoya, i’m leaving ya on the next plane
sorry i left the ice pick in your brain
work and no play makes jack dull
give jack steel, and it’s a nine to the skull
redder-redder-redbone, redbone, you run
rich, bring em back ([ ]) get some
of this, blow, make a wish
if you’re dead and you know it, the body bag drips

[hook]

[ verse 2: psycho les ]
the wiggedy-wicked psycho runnin’ through the woods
stickin’ up picnics, and robbin’ all goods
brrr – stick em, hah, n0body move
i got a ten inch blade, check it out, it cuts smooth
smooth – yo, i don’t get upset
i jig a hole in your stomach, pull it out, then i jet
back and goin’ way back like a blessin’
psycho les on the loose p-ssin’
through your turf, knockin’ ducks off the earth
??? nerf, f-ckin’ sh-t is what they’re worth
yo, i’m f-ckin ??? borough
since i’m not annie, don’t expect me to love you tomorrow
i shot my bow and arrow through hearts and b-tt
caught your girl, i knocked her doc martens off
(hee-haw) “uh!” that’s all you heard
donkey style’s the style she preferred
after i nut, she called her friends (the bubble bunch)
came to my hut and tried to gas me for months
three buffalo gals i kicked round the outside
my mama said three buffalo heads i flied

[hook]

[ verse 3 ]
i bring the bats in my belt, free you on your knees
some want my gs – please, baby, please
prost-tute yourself for the liz-noot
give up the biz-noot, then let ’em shoot
if i was a rich man, then i’d d-ck you
if i was a derelict, then i’d stick you
mister softie, you don’t even know me
is that sh-t in your pants? (oh man, oh man)
fear in heart, sh-t on yourself
your sh-t is wack, your sh-t stays on the shelf
i make ya an offer you can’t but refuse it
shoes in cement, i do ya, you lose it
the rat b-st-rd, that’s what they call me
the rat b-st-rd don’t give a f-ck, blow me
up like a platinum act that know how to act
no gas face, just hear the heads crack
you say, “don’t – don’t hurt me again”
you should’ve thought to bought an automatic weapon, my man
pop goes the weasel, i stuff you in a trunk of a cutl-ss supreme
to the river, and the end of the scheme

- prime minister pete nice lyrics

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