| '87 Maserati
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| Two gold Benz, bumping «Lodi Dodi»
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| Two old friends, twelve gauge
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| Cocked and loaded, Obama’s in office
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| Bitch, she glad that she wrote it, I’m bad news
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| Riding on a bad ass cruise, move down the city slick
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| Here’s some bad ass shoes, smack my bitch
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| Now I’m on YouTube with some bad ass views
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| Now what the fuck I supposed to do? |
| Head in a trance
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| I wanna see you dance, weed stink
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| Like a rapper from France, face rotten
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| Late soxy cotton, tie you up
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| Watch you get fucked by Antoine Dodson and he ain’t stoppin'
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| I’m straight Nick coppin', old school
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| White on white Reebok and can’t tell me shit
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| 'Cause, bitch, I am the shit and the hard tuna fish
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| You smell this nasty shit? |
| Nasty dick
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| For a nasty bitch (Fuck me in my ass)
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| Let me do some nasty shit (I wanna fuck dude’s balls)
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| I got a nasty clique (Who's your security guard?)
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| His name is Nasty Rick (He's cute…) (Fuck him!)
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| Let me suck on your nasty clit
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| You just a dirty bitch
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| We like violence! |
| We like fightin'!
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| Bitch, I’m Tyson! |
| (I feel like fuckin' you up)
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| With rights and left jabs be
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| Be quite the fire! |
| (But I feel like fuckin' you up)
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| You better protect yourself
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| Too many punches are bad for your health (I feel like fuckin' you up)
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| But you need to ask yourself:
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| «Is he gon' beat my ass to death?»
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| This is insanity, y’all
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| Picture a man finger fucking his family dog
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| Lick on its ass, stick it up in its vaginal walls
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| Damn, he’s having a ball, dog scratching my balls
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| Plan to jam my hands in the ass of this dog
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| Now he’s laughing at y’all, you think he’s insane
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| But has a unique brain to wrestle with gods
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| I put Zeus in a figure four, Allah will get beat and forced
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| On your knees, you will bleed from Gordy intercourse
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| Am I sick? |
| Of course, I wear two horns, I will hit a dwarf
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| So hard in the fucking face with the poles at the North
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| Where Santa Claus at? |
| While I’m still in the D
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| Top illin' with some top tens straw hat
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| The king of horrorcore, there’s a fetus on the floor
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| Been fucked by a four year old, eat her whole
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| Till that fucking dead baby comes
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| Visions of dead babies hung by their legs
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| There’s the head of your baby son
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| We like violence! |
| We like fightin'!
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| Bitch, I’m Tyson! |
| (I feel like fuckin' you up)
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| With rights and left jabs be
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| Be quite the fire! |
| (But I feel like fuckin' you up)
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| You better protect yourself
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| Too many punches are bad for your health (I feel like fuckin' you up)
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| But you need to ask yourself:
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| «Is he gon' beat my ass to death?»
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| I sit in a dirty room with candles lit
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| With an alligator and pit, I’m laughin' at naked mannequins
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| With crack in the fryin' pan shootin' up smack in my right hand
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| I never leave the crib without contraband
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| I ain’t human, I’m half man, an alien
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| With an attitude of a Taliban strapped with Nitrogen
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| To collide and die, every chance that I can
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| They don’t wanna try, I’m a man with lyrical cancer
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| The Devil can’t even dance with me
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| To be heinous, I was made to be
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| Like a poison soaked in a handkerchief
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| Walking behind your bitch
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| I put the cloth to her lips like Dahmer
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| And drag her out of that bar
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| I’m a problem, psychopathic goblin
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| This llama tear the bladder outta the abdomen faster than zombies
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| Get that ass beat, like a Nazi in Vietnam
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| With a swastika sign that’s tatted on his body
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| We like violence! |
| We like fightin'!
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| Bitch, I’m Tyson! |
| (I feel like fuckin' you up)
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| With rights and left jabs be
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| Be quite the fire! |
| (But I feel like fuckin' you up)
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| You better protect yourself
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| Too many punches are bad for your health (I feel like fuckin' you up)
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| But you need to ask yourself:
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| «Is he gon' beat my ass to death?» |
| (Let's go, yeah)
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| I make the three-eight and four-five blast
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| Two guns at once when I multi-task
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| Bow-bow-bow-bow, they both blastin' off
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| Two clips’ll flip your lil Volkswagen car
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| It’s Doctor Drankenstein
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| I change my mind into Genghis Khan
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| You dudes face the Führer
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| You wanna kill my pets, man, you Ace Ventura
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| Man, lay down and face the sky
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| Whole new episode, a thousand ways to die
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| Young, man, I cock and squeeze it
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| Turn your lil bitch to a quadriplegic
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| Off the Pabst Blue Ribbon
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| I slap two women and go back to prison
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| Get a knife stuck in your gut
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| I’m down with D12 and I feel like fuckin' you up
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| Shout out to Young Zee |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuckin You Up, artist - Bizarre. Album song DJ Smokey Gray Presents Compilation Album Volume 10, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп