Kikdoe

Lyrics

[Intro] That's when we pull the kikdoe [Chorus] You better step the fuck back (Bitch, I'm comin' in) 'Cause I ain't fuckin' around (Better open the door) Must want you head to fuckin' crack (Woo) Bitch don't make me boot this fucker down [Interlude: Violent J, Boondox] Man, I've been thru it all, man Oh yeah? I told my bitch, ha ha ha [Verse 1: Violent J] I said, I ain't playing, I work all day Come home to this bullshit you say About we owe this and we owe that But you still wanna hit that Donna Sacs And get the bag that your girlfriend got You sound like you wanna get shot Instead I leave, hit the titty bar up Come out and see that you tore my car up [Chorus: Violent J] (You wanna lock me out?) You better step the fuck back (I'm home, bitch) 'Causе I ain't fuckin' round (I'm comin' in) Must want you head to fuckin' crack (Open the door) Bitch don't makе me boot this fucker down [Interlude: Boondox & Violent J] That's fucked up, J (Yeah) You think you got it bad, though At least your bitch ain't a slut [Verse 2: Boondox] The devil came down to Georgia Well I'm headed back towards the crib 'Cause I know that witchy son of a bitch With a short time left to live I heard she liked the fast life But I ain't figure for a slut And if I catch her in the act Oh boy, lemme tell you what You know about all the rumors And all the talks been goin' round I bet a 357 go to Hell or Heaven I'ma put 'em both in the ground Either two souls meetin' Jesus Or three into Satan's grip I really don't give a fuck how it all goes down As long as two eat a hollow tip, ba-bang-bang [Chorus] You better step the fuck back (Open up) 'Cause I ain't fuckin' around (Bitch, I ain't playin') You must want you head to fuckin' crack (Open the fuckin' do') Bitch, don't make me boot this fucker down [Interlude: Boondox & Violent J] This cheatin'-ass bitch! (Damn) She's about to get and she don't even know it (Ha ha ha ha) [Verse 3: Boondox] Shifted into fifth gear With about forty up on the dash Turned up this bottle of Jim Beam While blastin' some Johnny Cash But I ain't goin' to Folsom Prison Sure as fuck won't walk the line In a ring of fire singin' cocaine blues Won't ever serve a lick of time Slidin' up in the front yard Took out the mailbox and half the grass Scream out damn near top of my lungs "Bitch I got somethin' for that ass!" One loaded in the chamber Now I'm comin' for ya, ho Get ready for a [?] County ass kickin', bitch We call it the Covington Georgia Kikdoe! [Chorus: Violent J] (Oh shit) You better step the fuck back (Bang) 'Cause I ain't fuckin' around (Bitch, we ain't playin') Must want you head to fuckin' crack (Open the fuckin' do') Bitch don't make me boot this fucker down [Outro: Boondox & Violent J] The only thing between you and gettin' that ass whipped on is the motherfuckin' door. Say goodbye to the door Ha ha, bye! Pow! Good bye, bitch Pow! On second thought, fuck you, bitch. You can stay in there. You ugly anyway [Skit: Boondox] Hey, pssh, come here, man. What you need? Shit, I got codeine, tramadol, [?], morphine, oxycodone, methadone, hydrocodone, fentanyl, [?], [?], heroin, shit Advil?