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