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Uhh, straight off the back
I come straight off my back with a gun like Iâm in Iraq
And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crackle
And snap back and battle my own shadow cus y'all wack and all that
Bullshit ya talkin startin to get funky
Toss me the chunky, Iâma brew these punkies
Sir Iâm from the block where u donât pass like a flunky
We make a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey
Yes, I want you to come around here with that plan boy
Iâll shoot this mutherfucker til I burn my hand boy
Bust up in the court and shoot the witness on the stand boy
This is my game ask everybody in the stands boy
Iâm all red Iâm on fire like an ant pile
They put the clamp down if I put the stamp down
You get the stampede, I make blood bleed
You suck dick, I suc-ceed
Yeahhh, yeahhh, and this is how victory tastes
So Iâma spit in ya face!!!
Kevin!
Singing ay yo oo ohh (ohh)
Ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh
(So Iâma spit in your face)
Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh)
Ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh
(So Iâma spit in your face)
If this is a race I ainât goinâ for no pace I am goinâ for your place
Bow ya home, how ya gone
Fuck with me if I ainât fuckinâ around
2 eyes to the sky, 10 toes touchin the ground
Bitch nigga I am not your homeboy
We are not from the same home boy
My Nina Baker bring your joy
Iâll destroy who ya employ
I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy
Yâall so backwards, I donât do Backwoods, Iâma swisher man
8 in the morninâ you bouta get found by a fisherman
Yeaa, You guys is bitches, little girls
And Mr. Smith & Weston wanna kiss ya pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire at the devil
And I do whatever for the root of all evil
Gold, silver, bronze, no try the black medal
Kevin!
Ay yo oo ohh (ohh)
Ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh
(So Iâma spit in your face)
Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh)
Ay yo oohh (ayy)
Ay yo oo ohh
(So Iâma spit in your face)
And crazyâs what they callinâ me, but crazy isnât hardly what I am
Try creatively retarded or amazingly rewarded
Ainât no faith in me the hardest never crack, Iâm crack
Iâm dope in Reynolds Wrap, now letâs just hope you get it back
Letâs just hope that you get it
And if I have anything to do with it, mutherfucker I did it
Yeahhh, Young Tune, gorilla monsoon
Mr. Martian will hang your ass from the moon
Cus you donât get sun, you just get it soon
Turn your I.D. to a tomb
Goons are us, the foods for us
We eat with our hands, no fork and spoon for us
We will take the knives, and we will take the wives
And we wonât take the jewelry but we will take the lives
Yeahhh!
So Iâma spit in your face
Yeah, Iâma, so Iâma spit in your face, yeeahhh
Singing ay yo oo ohh
Ay yo oohh
Ay yo oo ohh
(Ay yo oo ohh)
(Ooohh, Iâma spit in your face)