Lay Him Down
He was talking shit, had to lay him down
No melatonin, bitch I sprayed him down
32 rounds ate him up like a greyhound
He said he was just playing, so I dumped him in the playground
Then I went and told his mom that he's safe and sound
But he ain't coming back
Your son had a very long day, so he's gonna take a very long nap
Bitch, you know I ain't gay, but I hit him from the back, back, back
With the strap, strap, strap
Made him clap, clap, clap
It went ra-ta-ta
It went bla, bla
Bla, ba-da-bla-ba, brr-brr-bla
He was acting crazy, so I put his ass to sleep
Did it so fast, he didn't get to count his sheep
He was way too loud, now you won't hear a peep
The only sound in the air is his bitch mama weep
Silly EKG made a really long beep
While his spirit took a really long, really long leap
Now his soul's in the sky, but his body's so deep
In the filthy ass mud, where he's resting in peace
He was talking shit, had to lay him down
No melatonin, bitch I sprayed him down
32 rounds ate him up like a greyhound
He said he was just playing, so I dumped him in the playground
Then I went and told his mom that he's safe and sound
But he ain't coming back
Your son had a very long day, so he's gonna take a very long nap
Bitch, you know I ain't gay, but I hit him from the back, back, back
With the strap, strap, strap
Made him clap, clap, clap
It went ra-ta-ta
It went bla, bla
Bla, ba-da-bla-ba, brr-brr-bla
No melatonin, bitch I sprayed him down
32 rounds ate him up like a greyhound
He said he was just playing, so I dumped him in the playground
Then I went and told his mom that he's safe and sound
But he ain't coming back
Your son had a very long day, so he's gonna take a very long nap
Bitch, you know I ain't gay, but I hit him from the back, back, back
With the strap, strap, strap
Made him clap, clap, clap
It went ra-ta-ta
It went bla, bla
Bla, ba-da-bla-ba, brr-brr-bla
He was acting crazy, so I put his ass to sleep
Did it so fast, he didn't get to count his sheep
He was way too loud, now you won't hear a peep
The only sound in the air is his bitch mama weep
Silly EKG made a really long beep
While his spirit took a really long, really long leap
Now his soul's in the sky, but his body's so deep
In the filthy ass mud, where he's resting in peace
He was talking shit, had to lay him down
No melatonin, bitch I sprayed him down
32 rounds ate him up like a greyhound
He said he was just playing, so I dumped him in the playground
Then I went and told his mom that he's safe and sound
But he ain't coming back
Your son had a very long day, so he's gonna take a very long nap
Bitch, you know I ain't gay, but I hit him from the back, back, back
With the strap, strap, strap
Made him clap, clap, clap
It went ra-ta-ta
It went bla, bla
Bla, ba-da-bla-ba, brr-brr-bla
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Writer(s): Christopher Varga
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