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of trash
Hey what the fuck is wrong with you
I saved your sorry ass
Yeah I fucking made you

And I taught you how to dress
Taught you how to walk
I
a time in my life when they thought I was all talk
Now I'm feeling stalked by god walking
I got the other hint
Walking
Now take a look at my hand
The big problem is the main attraction
Dominoes are falling in a chain reaction
The scraping subject ruled by fear told me
Whiskey works better
where's my dogs  uh  there's my dogs 

repeat(1x) 

Now who I am is who I'll be until I die  either accept it or don't 

fuck with it 

but if we
where's my dogs  uh  there's my dogs 

repeat(1x) 

Now who I am is who I'll be until I die  either accept it or don't 

fuck with it 

but if we
Taking a ride down to your place
Dropping by in just a while
And I don't care if we fuck
Or if we talk
Or if we cry
I just miss you
I want to kiss
Taking a ride down to your place
Dropping by in just a while
And I don't care if we fuck
Or if we talk
Or if we cry
I just miss you
I want to kiss
[Solemon Sol & Lincoln from Snatch]

[Verse 1]
Let's talk about dead body disposal
My proposal take the corpse to the bathtub
And drain the blood
motherfucker till I get arthritis

I'm a beast, I'm a ass, I'm ahead of my class
I'm a diamond in the rough like a baby in the trash
I don't talk it, I live it I
[Solemon Sol & Lincoln from Snatch]

[Verse 1]
Let's talk about dead body disposal
My proposal take the corpse to the bathtub
And drain the blood
Hey yo, I walks like a pimp, talks like a mack
Spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators and flavors, colors like Now and Laters
(Watch
gotta lotta what they not to freak sounds
Those two bit who love to talk shit dont even f**k with
I'm too lit you ain't really shit and drive a bucket
You can talk trash but I moved on
Three homes, ten phones
Tell me where did it go wrong
All the money that I have
Aka that’s my stash
Nigga try
Treach (2X)
Dirty South, Dirty Jerz, nigga fuck what ya heard
Your talk words don't serve while we slang on the curb
We take it from a fuckin fight
Trash talk
Harm me with harmony.
Doomsday, drop a load on 'em.

Entropy, how can I explain it? I'll take it frame by frame it,
To have you all
Private show with the music blasting
He like to call me Peaches when we get this nasty
Red wine drip, talk that trash
Chauffer eavesdropping trying not
Private show with the music blasting
He like to call me Peaches when we get this nasty
Red wine drip, talk that trash
Chauffer eavesdropping trying not
Peaches when we get this nasty
Red wine drip, talk that trash
Chauffer eavesdropping trying not to crash

Oh there daddy, d-daddy now you ripped my fur
Oh
on my ass
Private show with the music blasting
He like to call me Peaches when we get this nasty
Red wine drip, talk that trash
Chauffer eavesdropping
Peaches when we get this nasty
Red wine drip, talk that trash
Chauffer eavesdropping trying not to crash

Oh there daddy, d-daddy now you ripped my fur
Oh
(featuring 50/50 Twin)

[hook]
Play Dirty
Like I slipped in mud before the game
And The Coach wouldn't even let a playa go change
Play Dirty
I talk
Muffled sound of fist on flesh 
Blows to chest 
No breath 
Air gasps 
You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch! 
With each hit, each kick, each,
it'll break your back
With the beat so loud playing Too $hort raps
That's it, I'm set
No need to talk that bullshit

I need a, Oaktown, big time
that pro meth shit

[Repeat: x2]
Hey yo I walks like a pimp, talks like a mack
Spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators
beastly cause look at how weakened her knees be
With the dome trash, and she fuck me fast
Now she on stand-by, blame the buddy pass

You know we're