Go step to them bitches over there. Fuck that, you go step to them bitches. For what? Man, look out y'all. . Wibble wabble bumble boo. I'm Violent J, nice to meet you.
*Laughing*. S-O-O-P-A. . (Violent J). I come flying out the sky on a jet surfboard. Shooting people with a laser gun, four points scored. I'm outlawed like al Qaeda.
Conquer Lyrics. . *Laughing*. S-O-O-P-A. . (Violent J). I come flying out the sky on a jet surfboard. Shooting people with a laser gun, four points scored.
Father, I confess for doing. I had a brain, but life had to ruin it. Dissinfected, Disected, Don't Respect It. When you put me in a cage full of animals.
(Children laughing, Toy cranks up). . Hey (x54). . (1st Verse- Violent J). Every year it's more of us and all we do is fill the box. You might play with me at first, a couple days, a week at tops.
I'm in an old station wagon deep in alabama. Wipe the sweat outta my eyes, cocked the hammer. . I see a pickup truck with a rebel flag window. A skinny redneck with one of his kinfolk.
A catastrophic demise. Immeasurable regrets. Shit builds up, fills up. Too much, goes overboard (What the fuck am I doin?). Oh lord, pressure stored. EXPLODED, unloaded (What the fuck am I doin?).
Gangsters bangin, nuts straight hanging. Chillen in the allyway, signs straight beemin. Up in the air I hear they don't care. Get your mutha fuckin' melon busted for a stare.
Chicken Huntin'. . [Violent J]. Well, I'm heading down a southern trail, I'm going chicken huntin'. Chopping redneck chicken necks I ain't saying nothing.
Well, I'm headed down the southern trail, I'm goin' chicken huntin'. Choppin' red neck chicken necks, I ain't sayin' nothin'. To the hillbilly, stick my barrel in his eye.
I need a bitch, a special bitch. I need a bitch who pussy poppin' booty switch. I need a bitch, felatio. On the freeway with my pedal to the flo'. I need a bitch, like cheery pie.
Chicken Huntin'. . [Violent J]. Well, I'm heading down a southern trail, I'm going chicken huntin'. Chopping redneck chicken necks I ain't saying nothing.
Cemetery Girl. . "Tonight, tonight, we gather the dead. (tonight, tonight). Tonight, tonight, off with your head.". . "You'll never guess what's up(3x).
I need a bitch, a special bitch. I need a bitch who pussy poppin' booty switch. I need a bitch, felatio. On the freeway with my pedal to the flo'. I need a bitch, like cheery pie.
Word up word up always look in the yo. (Yeah I always did that too yo). And. Ask why. Why it gotta be like this? Kila Bee rest in peace yo (Killa Bee.
[Carl Thomas]. I was born by the river.. in a little tent. No just like that river I've.. been running ever since. It's been a long.. a long time coming.
[Intro:]. (I'm feelin' this here) Yeah son feel it man word up son. You gotta just do. It yo. (C.N.N.) Yo word up it's a different channel son word up on watch.
(House of hits y'all for the ladies Capone Bone Marley Marl). If you want it you can lick from the front. If you want it. . I like your stockings, stretch socks even your Reeboks.