Every puto has a day and yours is coming! Ain't no feelin' sorry 'bout the things I'm gonna do to you! I get prepare, then I roll off to battle Behind the wheel of a six deuce I saddle Round you up like a cowboy does cattle Pull the triger and the Uzi just rattle Throw on the dickies, winos, rag and I'm ready There's always time to get some lovin' from a betty I sight you out and then I hold my hand steady 3 hollow points in your chest and damn you're bloody! No mess'n with the shape I'm in! Die lika pig, you pig! No mess'n with the shape I'm in! Die lika pig, you pig! No time to waste on elegant conversation Lock in a plan, procede without hesitation Start a new chapter in a violent presentation Cover my tracks so there won't be no complications This ain't no "whouf." I'm gonna raise the stake up Pressures on, thought starts to break up I'm like a nightmare from which you can't wake up I'll treat you like a ho and with a ho I don't make up No mess'n with the shape I'm in! Die lika pig, you pig! No mess'n with the shape I'm in! Die lika pig, you pig!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
