Knock Ya Head Off

Lyrics

[Intro: BIG DRE'] Aye Bukshot, big homie man (man) I  hope you know man, you can call me up any time (time) Knock  ya head off I tried to get 'em to change the name of the song to "Knock Ya Fucking Head Off Bitch" (bitch) Hahahaha I'll  come out there day and night and put in work on these motherfuckers for you dawg I  got your back, 24/7 all day (Bukshot) [Verse 1: Bukshot] I  don't think I know too many people fucking with me You think you got the shit it takes homie, then come and get me I'll be right here where I've always been, I run my city And that's why all these other rappers' attitudes are shitty My  P.O. said no more selling dope and get a job She told me no more hanging with my homies in The M.O.B She know my people felons from the country to the hood But I'm an individual who doesn't listen good I hang with honkies and killas and axe murderers I came with goons and hooligans you mighta heard of us A gang of Juggalos, I know they'll do some dirt with us I bang with lots of Technicians and even Crips and Bloods That's why you've got to understand me My people will fuck you up in a heartbeat I'm ticking like a bomb and I'm about to set off The timer hits zero, I'ma knock his fucking head off [Pre-Chorus: BIG DRE'] Heads rolling on the ground, pick 'em back up so I can knock them back down Humpty Dumpty, hit him with the sawed-off Put him back together just to knock his fucking head off [Chorus: Bukshot & BIG DRE'] Disrespect and talking shit (knock his fucking head off) Pull the weapon, temper's lit (knock his fucking head off) Any second that you hit (knock his fucking head off) I'ma knock ya head off I'ma knock ya head off [Verse 2: Hostile] I was stumbling, fumbling out of my truck (yeah) Halfway naked and all the way drunk (ugh) 3 a.m. in the middle of the street (hahaha) Screaming obscenities waving my heat (motherfucker) Whiskey in one hand, gun in other (bow) Looking for a weak-ass punk motherfucker (come here) Found my victim in a V-Dub Golf (come here bitch) Pulled out the driver and knock his head off Get it Knock his head off (yep) I take his legs off (yep) Hatchet-man killer, ah let's see some red sauce (let's see it) Blood, brains, bones, veins, agony, lots of pain Add cocaine, I'm half insane I'ma take your roof off, hurricane Knock his head off (yeah), mash his tater How I handle teeth (how?) Culinary major Baseball bat slugger, L.A. Raider Fitted ball-cap won't fit him later Haha [Pre-Chorus: BIG DRE'] Heads rolling on the ground, pick 'em back up so I can knock them back down Humpty Dumpty, hit him with the sawed-off Put him back together just to knock his fucking head off [Chorus: Bukshot & BIG DRE'] Disrespect and talking shit (knock his fucking head off) Pull the weapon, temper's lit (knock his fucking head off) Any second that you hit (knock his fucking head off) I'ma knock ya head off I'ma knock ya head off [Verse 3: Killa C] I'm a scumbag piece of shit, motherfucker that's me I wish somebody would try to come up and blast me Raised in the Jug fam, Killa C is who I am When Bukshot drop it then you know this shit slam I ain't into playing games, being lame and talking shit I'm the type to grip a bat and knock ya head off (trick) I always carry guns and I hope you do too So they call it self-defense when they find out what I did to you Society's fault that I'm a heartless prick And it's society's problem what I do with my dick I was gifted with the curse of putting in work and murking beats You know the D.E.A. blame me for they problems on the streets I drop a lot of tracks, you know they listen to 'em all I think they mad about the fact that my dope was ten feet tall (haha) Keep up with the hate I might get to getting lead off Too late to knock it, I'ma blow your fucking head off [Verse 4: Liquid Assassin] When I got that bat gripped, see that head on your shoulders tee off I'ma swing, knock that head off your shoulders, T-ball Head on the ground, kick it around is the way that we ball Cause Bukshot had to fuck you up while I beat you down, see-saw (damn) These rap names lames to me Got flames, disintegrate your team Got thangs that'll bang that beat Then lock aim and leave your brains delete Got block rage, chop your friend to meat Then put yo ass in a box (yeah) It's not a game of parading me, you on a path to getting knocked (yeah) My motion's always fuck 'em, you can catch a concussion coming (yeah) I'ma crush 'em and crunch 'em leave they body combust to nothing (yeah) Put a shotty upon your nuggin, leave this motherfucker disgusting Clutching and busting till they struck in the head, eruption (aye) With a knife and machete I'm deadly ready for anything Cut your windpipe, get messy Blood drenching everything, endlessly With your head attached, but ready to go I stop and pause (yeah) but it ain't gonna be to quit When I knock it off [Pre-Chorus: BIG DRE'] Heads rolling on the ground, pick 'em back up so I can knock them back down Humpty Dumpty, hit him with the sawed-off Put him back together just to knock his fucking head off [Chorus: Bukshot & BIG DRE'] Disrespect and talking shit (knock his fucking head off) Pull the weapon, temper's lit (knock his fucking head off) Any second that you hit (knock his fucking head off) I'ma knock ya head off I'ma knock ya head off