Lyrics:
Arbys, different is good!
Rock Saddam Hussein's ass!
at me,
Tryna set it,
Then get another nigga to dead it
Outlaws we 'trol heat
Ya cold feet remain frozen
As Hussein show thieves
That got our own name
outlaws
You better know breakin it all
Tappin your pocket and your jaw
In one swing nigga
Merciless x, fatal hussein, nigga
This ain't no game
We re-arrange
and rock
I'm surfin' with fishes
I'm pervin' on bitches
My mission on this bus
Is to get dirt on them hinges
When... troops came
For hussein's fuel chain
Who's sane when you claim he didn't plan it with Hussein?
They're one crew signed to different labels, like Wu-Tang
LARS:
I've got Naomi Kelin on my mind
Jesus, you're ripped to pieces by hyena, your teeth like tweezers
I speak death like seniors with diseases
Packing Satan gun's that you're like Hussein's
back and let the free fall
Hit ya with six shots, let you in bail ass hits off
Fatal hussein, from the cradle to the grave
Tokin' like big suge till
barracks and their homes
They (i.e. U.S. Representatives) get on T.V. and openly state
That Saddam Hussein should be removed from his place
If
Saddam Hussein's ass
Alanis Morissette
Alanis Morissette
Alanis Morissette
Alanis Morissette
You are my sweet woman to the end
You are my honey
another day (another day)
[Fatal Hussein]
Hussein the don
It's nothin I get there early
Cuz I stay in the mix
Could you imagine all the demons
When you
Hussein, you knows it,
Fcuking Mike Balls, Raphael, innit
I nick stereos, videos and TVs
My name is Mike Balls and I'm like a disease
I'll fcuk up your
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Я satan как hussein (Hussein)
(Yeah, yeah)
Зацени дальше word play
Поцелуи с твоей hoe french как Montana
После этого я вижу в ней
still thinks I care if she's here right (Here right now)
Murder pussy every day like I'm Hussein Saddam (Hussein Saddam)
This an old neighborhood dawg
The lottery line at fine foods is three blocks long
And Hussein's selling PBR to hipsters with ironic mustaches
Who most definitely once were punk,
I'm a kill you 'fore you kill me
Fuckin' with Hobby ya dead body
Your bitch gonna feel me
[Chorus]
[Fatal Hussein]
Hussein the don
It's nothin
bosses (all you niggas die)
Musolini, Edi Amin
Hussein Fatal
Khadafi, Kastro
Napoleon, Khomeini (all you niggas die)
We ain't fuck around
We
but them niggaz on wait
Tey get beat like hussein by tis gangbang track
Young hustler, geyda pusher, leg crusher
Nigga make way for this
Intro (Hussien Fatal):
***gun loaded and cocked****
Y'all niggas throwin' ice cream, I'm throwin' hot shit
(Hussein Fatal)
Hussein, run a gank
eatin' their food and their baked beans
I'm twenty-eight, they gonna take you 'fore they take me
Crazy insane or insane crazy? When I say, "Hussein", you
eatin' their food and their baked beans
I'm twenty-eight, they gonna take you 'fore they take me
Crazy insane or insane crazy? When I say, "Hussein", you
Hussein what's happenin' nigga?
I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin' blat!
Ha ha ha ha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house
Jody in the house
Hussein what's happenin' nigga?
I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin' blat!
Ha ha ha ha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house
Jody in the house
Hussein
Still alive lookin' at his dead children's burnt remains
I burnt the game, learnt you lames a new lesson
Your crew's soft man, y'all need some
New jacks I pistol whip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin'
Musician and flatten composition
A pain, I'm like Saddam Hussein
Still alive lookin'
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