'd ya like my show? Great Violent J can I call ya Joe? I said can we go back to my place I wonder? Then I fucked her like a Jungle Semowen Head Hunter
of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills Stated own real, haters gon' feel Direct Syndrome, mouth with cold tongue You bounty hunters be on the chase
te-tell who the freshest of 'em all? They claimin' that they fresh, they ain't fresher than my balls A nigga suited fresh like I'm headed to the ball MC hunting
and young I used to try and come, to the neighborhood function Throw on my Izod, say a little something When I was just a youngin, before the days of thuggin How me and Charlie
Now I came doing my thing in the underground I wear all black I'm sort of like a vampire now I don't eat or sleep and I don't like light I just hunt wall
Fear no man, bar none, be a hog like a wild bull Playas don't keep score Let 'em know that this is grown man shit ya fucking with Autoloaders, hunting
off Duck while the body rot, nigga still on the plot But next time, I use my mothafuckin Glock (chorus) To the old school nigga where I'm known the most Hunter
scrabble Sparkles plus the bubbles plus the flavor like Snapple All you so-called rebels heavy metal cattle Some horses got force but I simply tame with saddle Hunt
Said if the funk is on time Then we call it punctual We're matchin' up the footsteps Spiritual and functional Like Carnivale in Rio The Charlie Hunter
GAME; stop snitchin', stop lyin' DOT com / the blair snitch project DOT com / CHARLI; slow motion / hoes go on hiatus when i come through / baltimore /
Carolina, Alabama, MISSISSIPPI, all my Blood (Cali) niggas in Galveston Texas, Blood and Crip niggas in Dallas, y'all know the business. Bounty Hunter
damn superstitious I sleep the thirteenth away I don't screw the wives of friends I don't piss in the wind, no way I'm so damn superstitious I don't hunt for Charles
yourselves Nothing the matter Just trying to get across Why don't I go home? I'll put a record on Like a Ray Charles song What have I told you? Nobody
love Un cahier d'ecolier Of love Un carnet des amours La vie vient du palier Le vent vient de la cour Une table a dessin Un peignoir rouge et noir Charlie
like a pig when I come to your home like Charlie's disciples I creepy crawl you can run you can hide You're gonna squeal like a pig when I come to your home like Charlie
with what she is, but she does the best she can Doesn't do it for herself, she does it for her man And meanwhile he's out hunting, this master of the hunt
rape any ethnic culture they can plug a mike to. The imperialists rub their hands in glee As the slave-boy hunts out butt-ends in the garbage cans. Is
Ok, link me to activism chain activate street sweep Plug deteriorating zenith bent Pendragon I hock swords cores for the morbid spreading of mad men (alley gospel) Sinking their lincoln-log cabin and Charlie
