i won?t try / you think you?re something / what i see is nothing / this kind of life i won?t try / well you can kiss my ass / or kiss your own ass goodbye
you to all you redneck prejudice mutha fuckas And fuck yah Fuck Y'all Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards 2paclypse mutha fuckin' know Y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dick And my
my own team Too much division, head-on collisions Is blockin my visionary skills Get back to the mission to pay my own bills Stay on point and I guard my
my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church And thanks for comin, I'm still stressed out over the death When I take my breath and puff my cigarette
opens, give it here (Here) Get my crown, dust of my chair And yall niggas can kiss my ass before I sitted there Back from the dead (Unhh) fresh off the
my ass where was you at last night when the mass hoes ran up on my grass rapper slash actor kiss the crack on my cracker slashed ass they took away my
think you're sleep-an Oh my God this nigga's leak-in Somebody best to call the deacon (uh-huh) Any dose is a overdose Leave your punk-ass dead or a comatose
, she wouldn't stop, I'm almost dead I took the lamp, and bust it on her fucking head We got dressed, I gave her a little kiss goodbye Fat Sweaty Betty
some more I came up, walkin down Boulavard Then this girl, she makes my nutsack hard I don't know, what about my mental state They might find a bitch dead
up And kiss the clown And kiss the clown Kiss the clown On up and kiss the clown Step on up and kiss the clown Stop the bus Violent J comes out Barrels
of the class and she just wanna swallow ship I'm living the future so the presence is my past My presence is a present kiss my ass [Chorus: Kanye West
that I can kiss the sky HOW SICK? So Sick that you can suck my dick Verse Five: Method Man Til my man Raider Ruckus come home It ain't really on till
And if them motherfuckers do, bust a motherfucking move Stand up [Verse 1: T.I.] You got an alligator mouth and a hummingbird ass Your mouth writing checks that your ass
-born, Bankhead-bred One nigga down goin be Bankhead dead Nigga, what? Outbust me then ATL in this motherfucker You don't like it, nigga Kiss my motherfuckin ass
I'm jacking my foes I spit at the police and duck my P.O.'s I ain't going to court You can call a judge Tell him kiss my ass Cause I ain't gonna budge
t tell Too late to apologize kiss my ass We about to cut your whole sound scan in half Got to keep your hands up homie protect yo'self Stop fucking with
talk like Sandra [to the beat of Kris Kross' 'Jump'] Fake one, wanna-be, clocked, your dead ass knocked Shell-shocked, two shots, heart'll be your next stop
dude And if them motherfuckers do, bust a motherfucking move Stand up [Verse 1: T.I.] You got a gator mouth and a hummingbird ass Your mouth writing checks that your ass
