Paw Due Respect (Blood Diamonds Remix)

This year we iller than a nun in a cum shot
Gettin' double penetrated in a dope spot
By two hard pipe hittin' niggas
On the orders of Marcellus to the soundtrack of 2pac
I'll beat you to a pulp no fiction
Tarantino flow new Jules and Vincent
Blow marijuana smoke no incense
Exhale in the face of innocent infants
On some "Ah hah look what I did" shit

And if I get stopped by a crooked ass cop I'm a put a bullet in a pig
And Rin Tin Tin ah hah hah look what I did again
We the hooligans outside of school again
Sayin' don't be a fool, never follow rules again
We the bad boys bully with the fully that
The teachers say ain't shit and in the need of discipline
We the goddamn reason for ritalin'
In the back of the class, twitchin' and fidgetin'
Dead wrong we never got along

We laughed at the kids that was active participants
Bad boy walk right past church with the work in a bag
And a bible of Gideon
Got suspended for bullyin' a bully
When I go back to class, I'ma punch him in his shit again

Punch him in his shit again
Punch him in his shit again
Punch him in his shit again
Punch him in his shit again

I don't flirt with greatness, I wife it in Vegas
The shits all paid for, I signed the papers
Used to date, but then I made her my main bitch
Bought us a place on a lake with some acreage
And Mike's my neighbor straight from Greenville
Any invader get slayed and stay killed

On sovereign land, Mike fills the safe up
We call when the fam get paid a great thrill
I Bad News Bear hug beats then creep off
You drive a rape van
Mullet Ray-Bans
We do Vicious
You do witness

You don't clap shit you's a cricket
Run the J's we don't run so much
It's all fun and games till my J's get scuffed
I'm livid, fuming, out of touch
I wear sweatpants to funerals, guns to lunch
Close the blinds they got drones and mines
We so close to the lie I can almost die
I got no goals left but to save my mind

They got more holes dug In the earth, oh my
The beat get abused like I rock a wife beater
Drinker, fired by the company
Friday, late on the car note tryna do taxes
This my house it's high or the highway

High or the highway
High or the highway
High or the highway
High or the highway

I'm a thrill killer, I will test you
Just like daddy fuckin' left you
It's all your fault, mommy's lonely
You're a burden, she needs rescue
Hey little buddy, where's your mommy?

Call me stepdad or Uncle Johnny
Here's a dollar, don't follow behind me
I gotta go bang out mom and auntie
I hunt lions, tigers, rare vaginas

Hang where the cops seem scared to find us
Pop stars peep the bars and rewind us
Fuck your life, but first run the diamonds

From the jungle (the jungle) the brothers (the brothers)
Can't relate to your first world struggles
You want safety, hugs and cuddles
IED's will leave bloody puddles
Woke up in Nigeria

Kicked out America
Case of malaria
Shit got scarier
Got left with a gun and a Pitbull terrier
And a note from my dad said I hope God carry ya
Fought one or two wars while I made It to the shores
You know, back to the home of a rock in Georgia
To return as a king, Michael the benevolent
Gold draped ridin' on the neck of an elephant



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Santigo Render, Jaime Meline, Zoby Wilder, Torbitt Castleman Schwartz, Travis Barker
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