RODENTICIDES
You's a rodent,
you's a fuckin' cop calla'!
I'm a war dog
think I need a shock colla'!
I pop shots in ya boyfriend shoulda',
I'm runnin' up, gun him down
run him ova'!
You's a rat,
you's a fuckin' cop calla'!
I'm cookin' crack,
I been movin' white boulda's!
I make it stack,now my wrist is lookin' colda'!
I grip the gats with the slatts we gonn' fold ya!
Ah! Hit yo ass with the green beam!
I turn you to a veggie, turn you to a green bean!
You reportin' shit like news up on the tv!
I'll shoot your forehead bitch and you won't ever see me!
Bitch I specialize in killin' rats, RODENTICIDES!
I'm here to euthanize all you roaches I despise!
I shoot between the eyes, its time and you've reached your demise!
I'm fuckin' killin' mice! Bitch my 9 rodenticides!
You's a rodent,
you's a fuckin' cop calla'!
I'm a war dog
think I need a shock colla'!
I pop shots in ya boyfriend shoulda',
I'm runnin' up, gun him down
run him ova'!
You's a rat,
you's a fuckin' cop calla'!
I'm cookin' crack,
I been movin' white boulda's!
I make it stack,now my wrist is lookin' colda'!
I grip the gats with the slatts we gonn' fold ya!
Ain't a clown,
but I'm Ronald with the big mac!
Mask on, pockets full! I get big racks!
Pull up with the gang we got big straps!
We ain't shoot and you dyin', have a heart attack!
Don't run my name up through the dirt,
bitch I ain't someone to rob,
I'ma bust your fake chains
when I pull up curb stomp
and you sayin' that you hot but you ain't shit up on the block!
I'ma blow your fuckin' brains,
you gonn' need a fuckin' mop!
I got the Smith! Blow!
I got the Wesson with the beam!
I heard you talkin' shit so I pull up,
make a scene!
I shoot kachow!
Bitch I'm soundin' like Mcqueen!
Do Do Do
Baby Shark this a machine!
You's a rodent,
you's a fuckin' cop calla'!
I'm a war dog
think I need a shock colla'!
I pop shots in ya boyfriend shoulda',
I'm runnin' up, gun him down
run him ova'!
You's a rat,
you's a fuckin' cop calla'!
I'm cookin' crack,
I been movin' white boulda's!
I make it stack,now my wrist is lookin' colda'!
I grip the gats with the slatts we gonn' fold ya!
you's a fuckin' cop calla'!
I'm a war dog
think I need a shock colla'!
I pop shots in ya boyfriend shoulda',
I'm runnin' up, gun him down
run him ova'!
You's a rat,
you's a fuckin' cop calla'!
I'm cookin' crack,
I been movin' white boulda's!
I make it stack,now my wrist is lookin' colda'!
I grip the gats with the slatts we gonn' fold ya!
Ah! Hit yo ass with the green beam!
I turn you to a veggie, turn you to a green bean!
You reportin' shit like news up on the tv!
I'll shoot your forehead bitch and you won't ever see me!
Bitch I specialize in killin' rats, RODENTICIDES!
I'm here to euthanize all you roaches I despise!
I shoot between the eyes, its time and you've reached your demise!
I'm fuckin' killin' mice! Bitch my 9 rodenticides!
You's a rodent,
you's a fuckin' cop calla'!
I'm a war dog
think I need a shock colla'!
I pop shots in ya boyfriend shoulda',
I'm runnin' up, gun him down
run him ova'!
You's a rat,
you's a fuckin' cop calla'!
I'm cookin' crack,
I been movin' white boulda's!
I make it stack,now my wrist is lookin' colda'!
I grip the gats with the slatts we gonn' fold ya!
Ain't a clown,
but I'm Ronald with the big mac!
Mask on, pockets full! I get big racks!
Pull up with the gang we got big straps!
We ain't shoot and you dyin', have a heart attack!
Don't run my name up through the dirt,
bitch I ain't someone to rob,
I'ma bust your fake chains
when I pull up curb stomp
and you sayin' that you hot but you ain't shit up on the block!
I'ma blow your fuckin' brains,
you gonn' need a fuckin' mop!
I got the Smith! Blow!
I got the Wesson with the beam!
I heard you talkin' shit so I pull up,
make a scene!
I shoot kachow!
Bitch I'm soundin' like Mcqueen!
Do Do Do
Baby Shark this a machine!
You's a rodent,
you's a fuckin' cop calla'!
I'm a war dog
think I need a shock colla'!
I pop shots in ya boyfriend shoulda',
I'm runnin' up, gun him down
run him ova'!
You's a rat,
you's a fuckin' cop calla'!
I'm cookin' crack,
I been movin' white boulda's!
I make it stack,now my wrist is lookin' colda'!
I grip the gats with the slatts we gonn' fold ya!
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Writer(s): Gunter Henning
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