Pop Ya Head Off

Lyrics

[Verse 1] We tote the arms Clip you like Jimmy Darmody or Pote Kid, fuck your coat of arms I'll rip your arms from your coat Strip your moms and cum in her throat Flip the clip in the lams Pop you, dip in the Hummer, then bolt Catchin' a hummer from a ratchet chick Put the ratchet to her grill and make her suck a fat dick Bitch, if I catch anything I'mma catch a body quick Find your clit in a box, ripped with the ox, shotty to your tits Treat your mouth like a potty There's a party inside your mouth, bitch, everyone's comin' You're a hooker like Kimberly Drummond A bimbo, summoned to lick the front of my Timbos, yummy Fuckin' dummy stupid ass bitch Cupid might as well of pooped you out his asshole Recoup the cash quick Clap your face with clips Pimp Gator mack to Caucasian chicks like a Blaxploitation flick Attack like the crack, invasion back in '86 when shady cliques Walked the streets raping chicks Buck the lead at your residence Treat my long nosed gat like a dildo Make you suck it like Dead Presidents You're a peon like Cleon I'm a king like Leon I go to war with anyone, I get my D on You on some faggot shit, rockin' neon I'm down to pee on, Beyoncé and Rihanna, if she's down Cold like Freon bold enough to G on Fuck a repercussion 'cause all I know is right now, we on Anybody want beef, I'll turn in to the Grim Reaper, bust at you More punching faces than partaking in discussions You don't know me you might be wondering if he bluffin' See me in the streets, step, become the victim of a snuffin'! I take my rep serious like satellite [Hook] You just came home from a long bid People respect the kid, but don't sleep Always someone looking to pop ya fuckin' head off The second you think shit's sweet in ya sleep You're six feet deep, 'cause someone just popped ya fuckin' head off I might be a nice guy that smiles, every once in a while But that don't mean I won't pop ya fuckin' head off Everybody no wiseguys We like to joke but if provoked We won't hesitate to pop ya fuckin' head off Pop, pop, pop ya fuckin' head off Pop, pop, pop ya fuckin' head off Pop, pop, pop the fuckin' lead off Kid, drop the body off the fisherman's wharf Then jet off [Verse 2] Classic like Ofra Haza bumpin' in to Gaza Blast UZI clips at you in King's Plaza 'Cause you's a khaza like Joey Zasa Turn your Maserati into a Mazda with a shotty Eating pasta with Gotti In Heaven while Pavarotti sings For all the gangsters at the dinner table with bling Kane cables, rob a brother like Cain and Abel Cocaine fables, designer name labels, I'm Clark Gable Pop a hole in your navel like a bagel Who want beef? Put the steak on the grill Vampire dealers catch a stake in their chest plate If they squeal [Hook]