| Bitch don’t make me boot this fucker down
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| [Post-Chorus: Violent J,
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| Boondox
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| Man, I’ve been thru it all, man
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| Oh yeah?
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| I told my bitch, ha ha ha
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| I said, I ain’t playing, I work all day
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| Come home to this bullshit you say
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| About we owe this and we owe that
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| But you still wanna hit that Donna Sacs
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| And get the bag that your girlfriend got
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| You sound like you wanna get shot
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| Instead I leave at the titty bar up
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| Come out and see that you tore my car up
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| (You wanna lock me out?) You better step the fuck back
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| (I'm home, bitch)' Caus I ain’t fuckin' round
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| (I'm comin' in) Must want you head to fuckin' crack
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| (Open the door) Bitch don’t mak me boot this fucker down
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| [Post-Chorus: Boondox &
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| Violent J
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| That’s fucked up, J (
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| Yeah
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| You think you got it bad, though
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| At least your bitch ain’t a slut
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| The devil came down to Georgia
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| Well I’m headed back towards the crib
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| 'Cause I know that witchy son of a bitch
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| With a short time left to live
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| I heard she liked the fast life
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| But I ain’t figure for a slut
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| And if I catch her in the act
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| Oh boy, lemme tell you what
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| You know about all the rumors
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| And all the talks been goin' round
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| I bet a 357 go to Hell or Heaven
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| I’ma put 'em both in the ground
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| Either two souls meetin' Jesus
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| Or three into Satan’s grip
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| I really don’t give a fuck how it all goes down
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| As long as two eat a hollow tip, ba-bang-bang
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| You better step the fuck back (Open up)
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| Cause I ain’t fuckin' around (Bitch, I ain’t playin')
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| You must want you head to fuckin' crack (Open the fuckin' do')
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| Bitch, don’t make me boot this fucker down
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| [Post-Chorus: Boondox &
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| Violent J
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| This cheatin'-ass bitch! |
| (
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| Damn
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| She’s about to get and she don’t even know it (
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| Ha ha ha ha
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| Shifted into fifth gear
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| With about forty up on the dash
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| Turned up this bottle of Jim Beam
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| While blastin' some Johnny Cash
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| But I ain’t goin' to Folsom Prison
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| Sure as fuck won’t walk the line
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| In a ring of fire singin' cocaine blues
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| Won’t ever serve a lick of time
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| Slidin' up in the front yard
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| Took out the mailbox and half the grass
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| Scream out damn near top of my lungs
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| «Bitch I got somethin' for that ass!»
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| One loaded in the chamber
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| Now I’m comin' for ya, ho
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| Get ready for a County ass kickin', bitch
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| We call it the Covington Georgia Kikdoe!
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| (Oh shit) You better step the fuck back
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| (Bang) 'Cause I ain’t fuckin' around
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| (Bitch, we ain’t playin') Must want you head to fuckin' crack
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| (Open the fuckin' do') Bitch don’t make me boot this fucker down
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| [Outro: Boondox &
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| Violent J
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| The only thing between you and gettin' that ass whipped on is the motherfuckin'
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| door. |
| Say goodbye to the door
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| Ha ha, bye!
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| Pow!
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| Good bye, bitch
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| Pow!
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| On second thought, fuck you, bitch. |
| You can stay in there. |
| You ugly anyway
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| Hey, pssh, come here, man. |
| What you need? |
| Shit, I got, ,, morphine,, ,, ,,
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| , heroin, shit Advil? |