Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Punch In The Mouth , by - I-RoccRelease date: 21.02.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Punch In The Mouth |
| Punch him in his mouth |
| P-p-punch him in his mouth |
| You think we ain’t gon' ride? |
| Motherfuckers get ate alive |
| Make 'em sky dive off the side of the eight-oh-five |
| Can’t sign nothin less than a mil' and a half (mil' and a half) |
| Been a war goin on like I’m still in the draft (still in the draft) |
| But shit, I’ma just sit in the Jag (yeah) |
| White bitch shotgun, she conceilin the pack (yup) |
| How real is that? |
| A hundred if you ask me |
| I sat in a cave with Loon and Valentine, ask Nem' (ask him nigga) |
| But all the flossing’s irrelevant (uh-huh) |
| If you ain’t a boss then you soft as a jellyfish (yeah) |
| But I’m on top with the etiquette |
| Never take a loss, can’t a motherfucker tell me shit |
| When Ice-T was on that power shit |
| I was in the slums, white tee, movin powder, bitch! |
| (pitchin) |
| And why y’all dyin to shine |
| I hit the club and open fire like I’m ridin for Shyne |
| He comin out his neck (punch him in his mouth) |
| He lyin 'bout that work (punch him in his mouth) |
| Shavin grams off that coke (punch him in his mouth) |
| And tell you he goin broke (punch him in his mouth) |
| Your boy talkin out his ass (punch him in his mouth) |
| Say he know about your stash (punch him in his mouth) |
| And if he ever try to run (punch him in his mouth) |
| Don’t even hit him with your gun, just (punch him in his mouth) |
| Nigga how you always got the hook up, but never don’t have no ends? |
| Plus I heard that that Benz that you drivin is yo' friend’s |
| Nigga don’t ever like to spend, but he always wanna lend |
| You can hold onto these nuts, while they hangin from yo' chin |
| See we men, and the real men don’t tolerate them fakers |
| Send you quick to meet your maker, while I’m grippin on my baby makers |
| Them ain’t haters, why you posin like a player? |
| In the club tryin to mack a chick, but them hoes know you square |
| Get the fuck from 'round here, we keep it gutter down here |
| Always cryin like a bitch, is your momma 'round here? |
| If she is, no disrespect but take this pussy nigga home |
| Before we blame it on you cause you the reason he born |
| He won’t live long, with a mouth so potty |
| Halitosis on the tongue, he lie to everybody |
| Better do what I say before these fists start flyin |
| Whatever you sellin homie, I ain’t buyin |
| Yeah, this the business, Klump (let's go) |
| Aiyyo first things first, I ain’t gon' plead no case |
| I keep a burner on my hip that’ll eat yo' face (brrap!) |
| Faggot! |
| And I ain’t tryin to talk it out (nah) |
| Just cause you walked in the club don’t mean you walkin out |
| You talkin money, what you talkin 'bout? |
| You come to my town, the boy Klump is the most talked about (uh) |
| Flow of the century, know that eventually |
| I’ll be, dead and gone but man I hope that they mention me |
| I, can’t rock harder than I’ve been rockin (really) |
| Lyrically, I’m a nightmare, similar to Bin Laden (yes) |
| Go ahead and run daddy — cause I ain’t the type |
| To do the talkin brought your shit about, shoulda had him done daddy (nope) |
| I got a gun daddy — and I ain’t scared |
| To lick a motherfuckin shot first, 'fore that shot come at me (uh) |
| Raw wreck on mine son and tell them lames |
| I’ma do me when mine come, until then |