Primer Lyrics - Atmosphere

Hey Daly, Get the fuck away from my sister you punk motherfocker. 

(intro) I do... I do... I do... Hey wassup, can i kiss the bitch 

yet?...I 

do... 

First of all bitch, i never promised i'd be rich 

so fuck you and your wishes, ya need to do the dishes 

and change the damn cat litter 

I thought i told you to get rid of that crazy cat last week 

Yo, don't you get sassy with me missy 

Because i'll go upside you quickly 

But yo, she's kinda sneeky when i sleep she'll probably stick me 

But it be a threat 

and threats make her respond 

She probably grew up watching pops beat her mom 

and to the break-a-dawn 

I could pop shit 

talk shit 

(hah, snitch?) to herself 

Because there aint no where to walk 

This is the middle of hell 

you've got no job no diploma 

might as well kick it with me and live in Hinckley, Minnesota 

She's my trailer park chick 

with the pop tarts and venison hard liquor to cop a buzz 

off the over the counter medicine 

The rent is in the mail 

bitch pump the (gauge?) 

Fix the antenna, act your age and spread your legs 

It's my CAS-STLE 

whiiiiiiite stank ho 

and if i want to i'll put it in your asshole 

You wanna battle baby? 

I'll put a shadow over ya sky 

now shut the fuck up and fix me turkey pot pie 

I own the camaro and the mobile home, so where the fuck you gonna go? 

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(4X) 

go, go, 

go ahead and call your mom if ya need someone to cry to boo 

I guarantee ya that that bitch is gonna lie to you 

Fuck ya crank head, soap opera, pastries, and diet soda 

everything she'll ever need to know she learned from Oprah 

You what the hell she's gonna do for you? 

That bitch is stuck too 

Get off my phone, tell her I said what up, and muthafuck you 

And tell daddy if he wants some 

to bring his drunk ass on 

I beat that fat bastard with a cast on 

Ay yo honey I'm trippin 

But why you always flippin 

dress slutty everytime that we go drinkin with my buddies 

won't be long before you carrying my puppies 

Speaking of which you bleeding yet bitch? 

Cause you gettin kind of chubby 

Yo, where the hell'd you put my stash? 

Better tell me quick fast or catch a foot in the ass 

Oh no, you did not smoke all of my pot 

If my remmington was out the pawn shop, you'd get shot 

Stop, and put that knife back in the sink 

Baby, Baby, Baby, why you fucking trying to take me to the brink? 

What you think? 

Quit thinking and pretending that you're smart 

Happily ever after 'til death do us part 

I own the camaro and the mobile home, so where the fuck you gonna go? 

(4X) 

I love you. 

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