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Evil Pimp
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You Muthafucka
You're fuckin' warned Don't ever go over my fuckin' head again,
You motherfucker, you!
Late night bound, I'm on a stang, Evil gon' cetch a lemon lame,
Bustas are startin to pop an then bustin, be dropin' when I bust that thing,
Cheefin' high, you creepin' low, up to the Heavin where niggas go,
Got your fuckin' 22, but I pull out that 44,
Rollin' in the Cherokee, fuck that boy, can't hide from me,
Ridin' through yoit neighborhood, you better hope I do not see,
Cause if I commits the bang, hallow injected decreasin your time,
In that mouthfuckin black box,that is made of pine,
Grab the mask right of the dash, most of them nigga be makin me blast,
Murkin' no jackin' Im comin right on the seen, to get rid of yo ass,
Don't give a fuck when Im on that blow, don't give a fuck when I shoot a hoe,
Don't give a fuck about none of theses hatin' bustas let them bitches know,
Evil Pimp back an I'm upon my mat, carry the nine when Im ready to jack,
Jumpin' my ass right up out the bushes quick, an give'em heart attack,
Once again I told ya bitch the nine's to ya fuckin' brain,
Don't make a fuckin' sound, don't say a fuckin thang,
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Evil Pimp, I'm clickin on these niggas, an these bitches to,
Ain't no need to be duckin' cause these bullets aint escapin you,
Call my nigga 9.0.1, tell dat bitch protect your son,
Aint no need to be mad about this shit, just bring ya fuckin' gun,
Fire this nigga like bacon bits, sqweezin' this trigga then lightin some tips,
Bustin at bitches I never be shown remorse, cause I dont give a shit,
Buck buck buck, I buck'em down, buck buck buck, I love da sound,
When I be comin' your niggas are runnin' cause the Pimp dont fuck around,
On the seen Im comin clean so please dont make me kill ya hoe,
Kick down the doe, when I tell ya drop da nine to the fuckin' flo,
Cross me out I kill ya boy,but these niggas think I wont,
If I can not get to you, then I have to kill ya foe,
Drop it off yo ass fool, don't make a stupied move,
Watermellon perpetratin' busta bout to blow my cool,
So I blow ya brains out, right before I ride out,
Leave ya brains mangled in the curve and hit the hideout,
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