Lyrics

[INTRO] Yeah, this goes out to all them niggas Who bit my shit In '93 And still think I owe' em somethin' Check it out ya'll Eat a dick up, eat a dick up, eat a dick up Eat a dick up, eat a dick up, eat a dick up Eat a dick up motherfuckers (I gotta let these niggas know) (Maybe they're just jealous of the dollars I'm makin') [VERSE 1] I don't owe no nigga nothin' but some feel like you, so Left yo ass alone like Robinson Crusoe I can freak the styles like I motherfuckin' want to And if you wanna kill yourself, why don't you? 13 ways, now it's all in the news Life after death, which one do you choose Of course, I feel no remorse for a sucka And if you wanna die you just a dead motherfucka So pucker up and kiss my ass for me My shotgun said Blaz4me Blasphemy is what I'm speakin' Freakin' my technique, and wreckin' the set With a TEC you get wet Upset, I shipwreck the whole skit Just like Bobbitt, cuttin' off dicks in the mix Fuck them tricks like in them flicks I'll burn that ass like a BIC 'Cause I don't owe you shit [HOOK] Psycho alpha disco beta, I don't owe you shit Psycho alpha disco beta, I don't owe you shit Psycho alpha disco beta, I don't owe you shit Psycho alpha disco beta, I don't owe you shit [VERSE 2] I don't owe you no nothin' like I said once befo' and Niggas like yourself best to act like you know and Oh man, I fucked your ho and Left some semen in her Demon like The Omen Yo man, don't even try that shit With the Unholy Black Devil, niggas can't get with I fuck up shit just like this 'cause This is for the Suicidalists Don't miss if I bust a cap at your cranium Russian Roulette who let me explain to 'um Death ain't nothin' but life without the Bible Oh don't let me go get my fuckin' rifle I'll go get my 12-gauge and bust one Slug in your head, In God you trust son I don't like the reverend when I state Don't even pass the collection plate 'Cause I don't owe you shit [HOOK] [VERSE 3] I don't owe you, but I know you So you think you can get inside my head like a shrink But I'm down with the crew called N-A-T-A-S And we burn up shit like David Koresh Nevertheless don't stress me, test me, or press me Or the cops will have to come and arrest me For kickin' up dust, if I must, I bust In the 9-4 more niggas I can't trust So when you see me better realize and recognize That I can't be chastised Open your eyes sucka, and see me just for what I am A bad ass nigga who jams, God damn, bam Niggas betta scram I'm shootin' up the joint like Yosemite Sam I am, not your regular nigga, I will Whip out the steel if you feel 'Cause I don't owe you shit