You better lock your windows tight Lock the doors and turn on all the lights 'Cause I'm creeping in your neighborhood, looking for a fight If I see your kids walk by, and you ain't around I'mma steal their lunch money, rough 'em up And leave 'em crying on the ground
And I will skillfully replace 'em with brand new ceramic ones that look real, real good So that when they grow up, they'll look much smaller than they otherwise would Yeah, you'll remember me Yeah, you'll remember me by your kid's small front teeth
A large head and set of baby teeth That'll be a reminder not to fuck with me Don't fuck with me Yeah don't front if you can't bring the heat And don't come crying back to me When your kids grow up and have the same size teeth as they did when they were small 'Cause I'm hiding in the bushes at night And then the time is just right To jump out and perform extremely precise surgery
Baby teeth and a grown-up head You shoulda listened to the things I said Baby teeth and a grown-up head Yeah you can take this as a threat, motherfucker
Baby teeth and a grown-up head You shoulda listened to the things I said Baby teeth and a grown-up head You shoulda listened to the things I said
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