Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Point Blank, artist - Pigface. Album song Iguanas - Tijuana Mexico 05/11/1991, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 17.09.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Invisible
Song language: English
Point Blank |
I hate the whole fucking world so the world better hate me |
I bust into your house and kill your whole fucking family |
I get so much pussy I think fucking is boring |
Took 10 mothafuckas to the grave for snoring |
They couldn’t handle me enough so what the fuck you gonna do with me? |
Lock me up? |
Punk, I broke out of two penitentiaries |
Join the gang, ain’t no thang, I love competition |
Shot my brother in the head 'cause my hand was itching |
Never liked my stepdad 'cause he was too phony |
Stuck his arm up his ass 'cause he tried to swing on me |
I killed two of my teachers 'cause they called me a dummy |
Yo, ask me why I don’t smile 'cause I don’t think shit funny |
I don’t joke, bitch, nor do I clown |
You can tell I was in Houston from the bodies I left around |
Now you can take that shit to the bank |
And tell all the fucking people that’s why they call me Point Blank |
(What's your name, nigga? What’s your name, nigga?) Point Blank! |
When I go off, people say they never saw shit |
And close their ears 'cause I only kick the raw shit |
You said you was tough so I started busting the rough shit |
Now you wanna cry, you must not be from South Park, bitch |
A lot of niggas wanna rush the Blank on a bum tip |
But that’s a dumb tip |
See, I only been threatened by one man in my life |
And I promised I’d never to look in the mirror with a butcher knife |
Shock 'cause my lyrics are prosing |
Suckers I battled last year still standing with their mouths open |
Hoping they could cop a plea but not from me |
'Cause I’m solid as a bar that’s slamming T.D.C |
A lot of niggas say they are harder than concrete but still get bin |
Bitch, I punch holes in cement |
I can’t believe you played yourself |
Trying to carry the load, you know you out weighed yourself |
You better go to sleep and forget the past |
'Cause I’ma fuck around and wreck your ass, bitch |
Point Blank, the hardest mothafucka around |
A lot of niggas tried to cross my waters but got drowned |
See, I think compared to many |
Other artists and new mothafuckas' scared to get with me |
But I met a couple, their nest was swoll |
And they still tried to take my shoes out their asshole! |
Never will the Blank get rolled on |
I got suckers on life-support still trying to hold on |
I tried to give them a break, let them stay awake |
But now I see I made a mistake |
'Cause the pussy mothafuckas claiming they bad and shit… |
Now they sleep forever in a casket! |
Never underestimate the mind of a psycho |
Harder than a mothafucka, people say I might go crazy |
But I’m not, I’m slicker than a fox |
Stomach made of steel, drink piss on the rocks |
On the level I’m straight, crowds I motivate |
Penetrate bitches with my trusty old .38 |
So don’t ever try to step to me wrong |
'Cause when my blood rush I grip more people than King Kong |
Police on my ass 'cause I terrorize the city |
Doctors love me for keeping hospitals busy |
Social security is a punch of bull |
I get a check every month for keeping graveyards full |
So if you ever need a nigga that’s insane |
Look me up: Point Blank’s my mothafucking name |
(What's your name, nigga? What’s your name, nigga?) |
Point mothafucking Blank! |