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don't talk quite a lot 
They call this shit growing pains
Call it a hole in my heart 
Thought I knew better this
I was tryna hit it and dip 
You told me

Dem Bitches

Psychopathic Rydas

Ryden Dirtay

2001

hangin' out your pussy
I'ma still hit it raw, like gushy
Smooshy
Bitches betta recognize a Ryda
Bow down
And suckly we draggin' by yo foot and hangin' out

it, I'ma hit Coney
Feel like Hugh Hef'
Everywhere I go that bitch on me
Name really should've been "Quan"
'cause I'm rich, homie
You couldn't get

One hit, that's probably all you get
No way of knowin' what it was that
Made it that lit
Didn't see if it was growin fuzz 
Or catch much of what

in the morn'
Deep in the paint, till I pee through chords
Hit the right notes, totes of Marijuanna
Rap 'bout everything, everything thought of
Pass it

Identified by the next of kin
No clues it's a massacre
Silhouette from a wanted poster
Straight to hell I'll be sending them
From The pit and the pendulum

ya ass, but I don't mean sexually
Cause my trigga finger itchin' like
It got a STD all my lyrics is dumb
You niggas pussy
I'll put a hole in you, make

Except, when I'm makin' sure you, who spit
Either it's this microphone click
Either way that go is a hit
So please believe, thanks to
Gullies and get gats,

dont have that long

How u gonna make it when u got alot of people in your ear talkin bullshit u never wanna hear
The same mufuckas sleepin on you actin

birthday suit
Last but not least, drive inside a farm or couch
Chillin by the barn and dump her where the heffers squirt their poop
You got it?

Holy

time
This time around, this time
Who gon watch me, make sure I do the right things
Life will hit you quick just like lightning
It's kind of frightening

Ripping, we don't hit shit
To break it down we broke, they
Fuck it up, I fix it
My dude, he whip a stick-shift
She tell me to stick it in
She talking while

Gun capping
Boy you make me sick, it made me sick of rapping
Now I’m motivated by your lack of talent
You so fuckin trash, you got to use an accent

It's good I got all my papers written
I drink a lot but no addiction
Von knows when he hits his limit
His big struggle is with women
Home boys got

nothing 
No fucks about bussing you want it like fuck it a hit ya
O died when I was young 
And they I forget I was young but I really remember
Alot of deep

work until dawn to dusk
Optimistic mind and trust-able like the sun
Y'all think this boy will scare and take a turn
This may not hit hard but I'll get it

Thought Them Was My Niggas But They Plottin 
Walkin By Hear The Talkin Sayin SpotEm Got Em
All That Poppin It Get You Flipped Like A Omelet 
Daily

asked if I love her, I'm like, yeah, no
Sayin' I don't got a heart, and that's cold
Well, maybe she right, black hole
Came in by myself, goin' out alone

so hit the dash
I been money hungry but my money hungry, bitch its fat, huh
I don't give a fuck about that bitch, I'm zooming in a Vette

Drac' on me,

Etcetera
Let him go wet his lips once again
MF

W w what
Produced By
Sikk

Coming with the hot shit
Never with the nonsense
MF's talking a lot but they not

Crosshairs

Danger Doom

The Mouse and the Mask

2005

of skeletons and terry cloth Kangols
Flew the coop, before you hit it let me warn you
She did a cool hula-hoop, but don't get any on you
It's all a big scam,

guzzle til I don't see air bubbles
I swear I'm burying emcees by the bundles snuggled in holes I've shoveled 
Im an angel with a pitchfork 6 horns and half

TO the zenith.
ZERO IN ZEN THOUGHTS overzealous rhymes, zealots (zee-lots).

"Hahaha, good, can you say it faster?"

fields in the park after dark hitting it,
Home run hole in one,
Touchdown lots of fun,
Scoring whoring anywhere,
Full of liquor we don’t care,
Illuminated