Nutbagg

Lyrics

[Intro] I'm so hungry I think it's time for dinner Yeah, dinnertime I gotta, I gotta kill for my dinner That's what it is! Seven provided the, ingredients to this song All I'm bringin' is the salt n' pepper and the hot sauce ya feel me? Cause I'm a mothafuckin' nutbagg Feel it out [Hook] I don't give a fuck about what you think I don't give a fuck about what you feel Drop that album, deliver true feels Crack that Yak bitch, pop that pill I rock that steel Sit in a cage, I got an appetite for crack and pop that steel I pop that veal Y'all mothafuckers is not that real I'm a nutbagg and, (nutbagg) I don't give a fuck about what you think I don't give a fuck about what you feel (fuck that) Drop that album how the truth feels Crack that Yak, bitch pop that pill I rock that steel Sit in a cage, I got an appetite for crack and pop that steel I pop that veal Y'all mothafuckers is not that real I'm a nutt bagg and [Chorus (Plays over Hook)] I don't give a fuck 'bout how you feel 'Bout me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and I don't give a fuck 'bout how you feel 'Bout me, I kill for free, I'm still just me and [Verse 1] Imma gut bag 'em up, toe tag 'em Kick like Enter the Dragon don't ago-nize me Put rat poison up into my I.V, try me Took rap niggas right to the crime scene I'm a crime scene maker, life taker Take 'em on the stage and rape 'em, no apron I'm scrape his face and face Satan I'mma take his place and get a Jason Mask, better be ready to duck fast Never be ready to face me I cut grass Leaving 'em dead, I put three in his head And then I feed him to dead and proceed to cut, stab I ain't need to flip it, I spit sick Got syphilistic, your bitch get lit I'm telling you this is the sickness shit I'm smelling you this shit can get twisted I'm in a rage, I didn't get paid now my life is stuck in a cage (damn) I stay with the same Glock and the gauge My heart's burnin', I'm turnin' the page Anybody that face me, I get 'em filleted Laid in the shade with a bag o' naze (that's right) I spit sicker than a bag of AIDS 'Bout to blow back up, so I have grenades (boom) Get sick to this, and get a butcher knife Slit ya bitch's wrist, now ya took her life In a 56 and a hooker light Your bitch is with me, tell her, "good night" I'm 51-51-50 Don't get the hung, lynch, you're gon' get it Don't sit too rich, Lynch is gon' get it Gon' get to this quick, I spit liquid They call me the nutbagg [Hook] I don't give a fuck about what you think I don't give a fuck about what you feel Drop that album, deliver true feels Crack that Yak bitch, pop that pill I rock that steel Sit in a cage, I got an appetite for crack and pop that steel I pop that veal Y'all mothafuckers is not that real I'm a nutbagg and I don't give a fuck about what you think I don't give a fuck about what you feel Drop that album how the truth feels Crack that Yak, bitch pop that pill I rock that steel Sit in a cage, I got an appetite for crack and pop that steel I pop that veal Y'all mothafuckers is not that real I'm a nutt bagg and [Chorus (Plays over Hook)] I don't give a fuck 'bout how you feel 'Bout me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and I don't give a fuck 'bout how you feel 'Bout me, I kill for free, I'm still just me and [Verse 2] I'mma put average niggas up in the attic Take they bitches and stab 'em up in the abdomen Leaving bodies on Madison Avenue, I'm having you For dinner and a movie after I stab at you You got a bit of the sickness, nigga haven't you It's like cocaine so I ain't got an attitude Bada bing bada boom I'm in ya room and all I wanna do is Sing another tune and bring another tool, and bring another, who Get cut up, what up, shit, nut up with us, get fucked up with us Or don't fuck with us Get cut up the butt kick, shut up, ya butt's slit Razor blade ya, today's the day 'Cause you paved the way for two days to get ate up Shave his legs and toupée's get blazed up Eat his brains and put flames in they guts Emeril Lagasse, your posse You don't see what I see, you're not me With this shit Imma get my monopoly (what else?) Not even a freight train can stop me (nah-uh) Not even the straight cane can rock me Use weed to maintain a top speed Low down to slow down with the four pound Oh now you go now (you know now) I'm in a rage, I didn't get paid, now my life's stuck in a cage I stay with the same Glock and the gauge My life's burnin', I'm turning the page Anybody that face me, I get 'em filleted Laid in the shade with a bag o' naze I get sicker than a bag of AIDS 'Bout to blow back up so I have grenades [Pre-Hook] Aye did she call? Let me know when she call [Hook] I don't give a fuck about what you think I don't give a fuck about what you feel Drop that album, deliver true feels Crack that Yak bitch, pop that pill I rock that steel Sit in a cage, I got an appetite for crack and pop that steel I pop that veal Y'all mothafuckers is not that real I'm a nutbagg and I don't give a fuck about what you think I don't give a fuck about what you feel Drop that album how the truth feels Crack that Yak, bitch pop that pill I rock that steel Sit in a cage, I got an appetite for crack and pop that steel I pop that veal Y'all mothafuckers is not that real I'm a nutt bagg and [Chorus (Plays over Hook)] I don't give a fuck 'bout how you feel 'Bout me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and I don't give a fuck 'bout how you feel 'Bout me, I kill for free, I'm still just me and [Outro] She didn't? Aiight I'm up in here, I ain't drunk What you say? Oh-uh, alright She called? When's the next meeting? Alright, we got it then Just let me take this out to the back