Kikdoe (feat. Violent J)
Thats when we part the Kikdoe
You better step the fuck back (Im home Bitch!)
Cause I ain't fuckin round (Bitch I'm comin in!)
You must want you head to fuckin crack (better open the door)
Bitch don't make me boot this fucker down (Whoo)
Man Ive been thru it all man
Oh Yeah
I told my bitch... HaHa... I said
I ain't playin
I work all day and come home to this bullshit you say
About we owe this and we owe that
but you still wanna hit that Donna Sax
and get the bag that your girlfriend got
You sound like you wanna get shot
Instead I leave at the titty bar I come out and
see that you tore my car up
You wanna lock me up!
You better step the fuck back
Cause I ain't fuckin round
You must want you head to fuckin crack
Bitch don't make me boot this fucker down
Thats fucked up J
You think you got it bad though
At least your bitch ain't a slut
The devil came down to Georgia
Well I'm headed back toward the crib
Cause I know that witchy son of a bitch with a short time left to live
I heard she liked the fast life
But I ain't figure for a slut
And if I catch her in the act
Oh Boy lemme tell you what
You know about all the rumors
All the thoughts been goin round
I bet a 357 go to Hell or Heaven
Imma put em both in the ground
Either two souls meetin Jesus or three in Satans grip
I really don't give a fuck how it all goes down
as long as two eat a hollow tip!
You better step the fuck back
Cause I ain't fuckin round
You must want you head to fuckin crack
Bitch don't make me boot this fucker down
This cheatin ass bitch!
She's about to get and don'e even know it
Shifted into fifth gear
with about a buck forty up on the dash
Turned up this bottle of Jim Beam while blastin some Johnny Cash
But I ain't goin to Folsom Prison
Sure as fuck wont walk the line
In a ring of fire singing cocaine blues
wont ever serve a lick of time
Slidin up in the front yard
took out the mailbox and half the grass
scream out damn near top of my lungs
BITCH I GOT SOMETHIN FOR THAT ASS!
One loaded in the chamber
Now Im comin for ya hoe
Get ready for a Newt County Ass kickin bitch
We call it the Covington Georgia Kikdoe!
You better step the fuck back
Cause I ain't fuckin round
You must want you head to fuckin crack
Bitch don't make me boot this fucker down
The only thing between you and getting that ass whipped on is the muthafuckin doe
Say goodbye too the doe
Pow!!!
good bye bitch
Pow!!!!
On second thought Fuck you Bitch
You can stay in there
You ugly anyway!
You better step the fuck back (Im home Bitch!)
Cause I ain't fuckin round (Bitch I'm comin in!)
You must want you head to fuckin crack (better open the door)
Bitch don't make me boot this fucker down (Whoo)
Man Ive been thru it all man
Oh Yeah
I told my bitch... HaHa... I said
I ain't playin
I work all day and come home to this bullshit you say
About we owe this and we owe that
but you still wanna hit that Donna Sax
and get the bag that your girlfriend got
You sound like you wanna get shot
Instead I leave at the titty bar I come out and
see that you tore my car up
You wanna lock me up!
You better step the fuck back
Cause I ain't fuckin round
You must want you head to fuckin crack
Bitch don't make me boot this fucker down
Thats fucked up J
You think you got it bad though
At least your bitch ain't a slut
The devil came down to Georgia
Well I'm headed back toward the crib
Cause I know that witchy son of a bitch with a short time left to live
I heard she liked the fast life
But I ain't figure for a slut
And if I catch her in the act
Oh Boy lemme tell you what
You know about all the rumors
All the thoughts been goin round
I bet a 357 go to Hell or Heaven
Imma put em both in the ground
Either two souls meetin Jesus or three in Satans grip
I really don't give a fuck how it all goes down
as long as two eat a hollow tip!
You better step the fuck back
Cause I ain't fuckin round
You must want you head to fuckin crack
Bitch don't make me boot this fucker down
This cheatin ass bitch!
She's about to get and don'e even know it
Shifted into fifth gear
with about a buck forty up on the dash
Turned up this bottle of Jim Beam while blastin some Johnny Cash
But I ain't goin to Folsom Prison
Sure as fuck wont walk the line
In a ring of fire singing cocaine blues
wont ever serve a lick of time
Slidin up in the front yard
took out the mailbox and half the grass
scream out damn near top of my lungs
BITCH I GOT SOMETHIN FOR THAT ASS!
One loaded in the chamber
Now Im comin for ya hoe
Get ready for a Newt County Ass kickin bitch
We call it the Covington Georgia Kikdoe!
You better step the fuck back
Cause I ain't fuckin round
You must want you head to fuckin crack
Bitch don't make me boot this fucker down
The only thing between you and getting that ass whipped on is the muthafuckin doe
Say goodbye too the doe
Pow!!!
good bye bitch
Pow!!!!
On second thought Fuck you Bitch
You can stay in there
You ugly anyway!
Credits
Writer(s): Michael J Puwal, Jr., Joseph Bruce, David Hutto
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