| Lyrics: | Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do?
Violent J,
Violent J, is that you?
A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you
I drink Faygo it's only
a buck-ten
I'm a pour it on your tits when we fucking
Cuz I'm with that kinky shit,
hoe
I can see you butt-naked in your window
Shimmy up the house side dash
Now I'm
gonna press my nuts on the glass
Let me in, hoe, don't ya know
I'm Violent J of the ICP,
yo I got me a checklins cashing
If I could spend it with the hoes I'm crashing
But don't
get all geek slut
Cuz I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your butt
What's this clown shit
about?
A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out
With a do-me-ray
Now it's
about time I say
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yo, Nate, Yo, Nate Woohoo!!!
Frontin', they frontin',
everybody's frontin'
Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something
If ya know a bitch
who got grits
Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that shit
Boohoo motherfucker what'cha
cry for
I'm that nigga that your bitch would die for
The whore showed up at my front door
So I fucked her in the ass and I threw her out the back door
The bitch thought it was a
cake drive
She said drive me to the city, so I dropped her off at lakeside
You driving me
home, well I meant ta
But plans have changed so get your ass on the centaur
Hoe, this
ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me
Never slacking, hoes I be macking
Kid
Rock, Kid Rock Never slacking, hoes I be macking
Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit
-acapo |
