Toothache

Lyrics
All the sex thugs, big breast broads with butt plugs Trippin' off drugs, 'round-the-way chicks fallin' in love I roll with street cats who got nuttin' to live for I don't feel y'all, so weak cats, I'ma reveal y'all Put your grill on the front of Blue Boy and Playgirl Exterminate your world, pretty boy toys with S-curls Catch a pearl necklace, 'cause I'm liable to tear your face off Your weights in space, bloody your gear, cuttin' your waist off 'Cause in the end you're finished, demented grimace I run with midgets, I control physics and raw lyrics Gary Oldman of rap, ain't no, holdin' me back What I pack'll leave your skull cracked, broken like Skull Snaps Lock, Stock and Two Smokin Barrels (Haha) Uncle Howie, 89.1, we Sun Pharoahs I would rap more but I got a toothache Yo, pass it off, who's the next one, motivate the breaks..
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Credits
- Writers
- Lord Goat
- ILL BILL