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the boss hog barbarians – bo$ hoggin’ lyrics

[c.t.] i said the b-tch had a wild toenail n-gga
[zone] b-tch pulled up in a trans-am tellin me to get in though
[c.t.] f’real, heh
[zone] b-tch my d-ck is too big for that, so i rode shotgun
[zone] i hung my b-lls out the window
[c.t.] uh-huh
[zone] d-ck out the sunroof
[c.t.] yeah?
[zone] gettin head from a ho with one tooth, no bitin allowed
[c.t.] yeah~!
[zone] yo celph stop shapin up your hairline man
[zone] get in the f-ckin booth already
[c.t.] we bo$$ hoggin’ motherf-ckers!

[celph t-tled]
yo, i need a b-tch that like to f-ck wearin combat boots
never palm the gun loose, i’m holdin it tight when i shoot
and i’m responsible, for every n-gga dead in your crew
f-ck a 40 ounce, you’ll be dumpin out whole kegs of brew
a couple eggs is loose, puttin my head in a noose
see me in h-ll with a long tail and a red suit
these feds recruit soldiers to crib my raps
you better get back, i’m leavin liquid spillin out your six-pack
never pay for p-ssy, never shop at the gap
and i even get the c-ck with a slap, or shot with a gat
call me a g*nius, with anti-personnel landmines
m-18’s, block chargers and sheet explosive expertise
f-ckin a 40-year-old mom that got fo’ kids
you put your album up on ebay and got no bids
even when i sleepwalk it’s drama i get into
wakin up with a f-ckin o.j. glove and a sharp ginsu
take a broad to long john silvers rockin versace bibs
one leg up, put her in the crane like karate kid
dj’s treat your vinyl like wax on, wax off
i want a ho to splack on when i whack off
gats with numbers scratched off
crimes can’t count if they can’t read ’em j-ck-ff
bust a cap off, that’ll blow your cap off
f-ggots needs protection, hope they p-ss the right amendment
cause your crew’s known to handle more nuts than a flight attendant

[hook: boss hog barbarians]
we don’t believe in holidays
don’t pay for dates
h-ll no we don’t dance
or put on a pair of skates
don’t open doors for sl-ts
we count paper
rob hip-hop and come back for more later
hoes say i’m triflin
n-ggas say i’m trouble
lay pipe to your wife
and give her a milk muzzle
nuts all over yo’ chin and sh-t
{“n0body can be this ignorant!”}

[j-zone]
i ain’t no animal lover, but i’m a dog for real
i make a coat out of your parakeet
and put your fish on my foreman grill, test my cologne on your cat
peter hates me, i’m the tom jones of rap
overseas they ask when i’m gon’ tour
i’d love to but airplanes can’t rise with my d-ck on board
and i don’t care for fruit but i’ll spend ten dollars on a date
before i spend ten dollars on a date, get real
the chance of hoes hoggin my wealth
is lookin slim as ally mcbeal starvin herself
you the type to let her boss you, spendin all your paper
you take orders from a bird, like an indiana pacer
my manners is like your wife’s -ss (non-existant)
and when i ask your sister for a date it’s no different
i’ll be like – b-tch, come over, let me smear your makeup
and kick you out my house before my grandmomma wake up
my b-sslines are sharper than celph t-tled’s shaver
(buy me somethin from the bar) get the f-ck outta my face sl-t!
don’t you realize that, everyday i wake
and i pump too $hort ’til i pop the f-ckin tape (beotch!)
yep i lack etiquette, ho get a job
but if you diabetic deez nuts is low carb
best producer on the mic i said it
i’m “ego trippin'” on the +next plateau+
like an ultramagnetic record

[hook]

[zone] {-belching-} yeah!
[c.t.] ain’t it right though?
[zone] puttin these aloe & lanolin
[zone] soul train scramble board -ss n-ggas
[zone] and ratchetmouth, edith bunker–ss b-tches
[zone] pimporarily, out of service, ho!
[c.t.] yeah, but check this out though
[c.t.] either you pimpin and gangsta, or you gangsta and pimpin
[c.t.] which came first, the chicken & the egg or the egg & the chicken
[c.t.] it don’t matter though either or, we gettin that yaper
[c.t.] 2005, f-ggot–ss muh’f-ckers

[scratched to end]
{-“really, n0body can be this ignorant!”-}

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