Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Punch In The Mouth, artist - I-Rocc
Date of issue: 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 |