Lyrics Hands - Crystal Gayle

Hands

Imma put hands on em put hands one em if he fuck with me
Imma put hands hands hands hands on em for a buck fifty
Imma put hands on em for interrupting me
Put hands on em i dont trust em see
Put hands on em put hands em if he fuck with me
I make em beg for they life
It doesnt matter the price
Mad as a hatter beat they ass to saturn
I dont gotta tell them twice
They call me rapper but that ain’t the truth
I do this for fun when i hop in the booth
Get outta my face if i do not know you
Unless you like eating up hospital food
(hook)
Got em eating through a straw
Fuck em all
Imma rise above bourgeois
And deck them halls
Catch me robbing niggas like jesse james im a one man team rocket
Imma merk a nigga like music put his college funds in my pocket
Bitch im more raw than skinned kneecaps on the blacktop
More raw than my own dick when i watch porn at 3 am on my laptop
Imma do you like majima goro when im done you finna be a cyclops
Got violent thoughts inside my brain like happymeal i need a detox
(Hook)
(Verse 3 MC Prophet)
I’ma put hands on em if he fuck with me
I’ma put hands on em if he fuckin me
I’ma put hands on em if his bands on em and I steal his bitch and she run with
me
I fuck midgets
I fuck bitches
On the craft I kill the witches
I find moms and get the digits
Taste my nut lil bitch you lick it
I got
Too many too many fans ay
Too many too many bands ay
Curb stomp yo ass with my vans ay
Throwin yo corpse in my van ay
Then I’m fuckin on yo body
I kill all the squeakers in the halo lobby
They soundin just like baby voice carti
I’m fuckin Cortona then I pray to Ghandi