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the beatnuts - psycho dwarf ii lyrics

“get on down” (repeat 4x cut and scratched)

[ chorus ]
i wanna f-ck, drink beer, and smoke some sh-t!
f-ck, drink beer, and smoke some sh-t!
i wanna f-ck, drink beer, and smoke some sh-t!
f-ck, drink beer, and smoke some sh-t!

who up in this piece?

[ psycho les ]
a bunch of thug vandals, runnin drug scandals
pullin hons by their love handles
take their funds, mug their man too
chop their head off, put it on the mantle
beats programmed to stand you and slam you
(wicked man!) yeah son, that’s the ticket
nuts gettin funkier than wilson pickett
watch me kick it, grand imperial lunatic
get the dough, set the show, wet a hoe with my super d-ck
nut, then i got ghost
you got ta be clean in between, not gross
i bust the illy style your ears ain’t used to
the nuts make the music for the crowd to get loose to
so honeys in the house if you’re hot, lift your blouse
brothers if you’re thirsty, crack the forty ounce
beats i smack em out the stadium, i never bunted
i go all night, you got a light, let’s get blunted
light up, p-ss it, so i can puff
you can’t get enough of the rugged and rough
anti-pop, we ain’t singin like klutz
check it, world’s (world’s) famous (famous) beat (beat) ugh

[ juju ]
well it’s the junkyard n-gga with the funk flow screamin
hardcore, crazy bad breath like a demon
r-t-rded from birth, see, i ain’t got no cl-ss
i used to fart in church and tell the preacher kiss my -ss
freakin mad styles catchin seizures, yo
it’s the psycho dwarf k!ller with a cesar, bro
ugly like sh-t, my style’s crooked
any piece of -ss i ever got is cause i took it
yo, i’m invisible, n-ggas can’t see me, kid
i did a short bid and came out c-ck diesel, kid
junkyard juju, so you know
strap full metal jacket every f-ckin place i go
so play dionne warwick’s song and walk on by
or maybe stick around for a columbian necktie
whatever the f-ck you do, just get out the place
i got some sh-t to blow that smile right off of your face

[ gotti of nogoodus ]
yo, i’m from a unclean place, my son scheme papes
and as a youth i always tried to keep a dumb mean face
my lungs seen waste, the live flame keep my records framed
all my b-tches tame, pen and pencils named, it’s all a mental game
haha, y’all make me laugh, b-tches takin baths
with n-ggas doin stinky maths, so keep a safety stash
cowards turnin crazy fast, let off a hater’s blast
let’s show em they really sensitive like newborn baby -ss
strictly blazin hays and gr-ss ( ? ) verbal m-ssacres
slash your wrist, make you laugh and p-ss, you don’t know the half of this
my style is great, i annihilate a pile of weight
try to take what’s mine – mistake, you ain’t dyin late
chop your head like a cake and fry your face until your eyeb-lls dilate
don’t ever think you violate, word up, knowmsayin
ain’t no one comin in between me and my sh-t

[ chorus ]

(hardcore, that make the brothers act fool) –] erick sermon

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