I wake up every mornin' wit a woody, yo So stop frontin, and get yo puddin, ho To yo house I'mma roam To get me up some slide and dome My rims keep spinnin, on the strength My jimmy got that girth and length And it never wears a hat Cuz the honeys know that's where it's at Got a bitch and I'm fixin to rape her All I do is chase the paper They all be trippin' when they spot my grill Blindin' the babes drinkin they's swill My chain be worth bout a thousand bills Blinging up the bitches Pounded on a mama And now my johnson, it itches Got them twenties on my whip I'm gonna go out and grab yo grip My story be from rags to riches My homies all say I'm the money, dawg Ridin on some white dude's hog I'll stick it in yo trunkey, I blast all the honkies That dime me up a monkey Got the dice in my pocket I'm rollin' the bones Rocks in my shooter White as the snow I chase the taste And never let the man see my face Cruisin' in my caddy The bitches call me "Daddy" With my hand on my nine I'll pop a shot at the po po And got diamonds so fine, fo sho, fo sho When I'm on the street They all want my skeet skeet I run the game sayin, "Deet, deet, deet" Deet, deet deet
CAUTION THE FOLLOWING RAP CONTAINS OBSCENITY , BLASPHEMY , AND BAD RHYMING. HOWEVER ,THE REST OF IT IS SHIT Yo Jesus was motherfucker living in the sands. Til a bitch-ho Roman put nails in his hands. Changed water into wine That mother was fine. And Mary Mag -da -lane Was his ho who was fine. The Christians gain , Was the bus bomber's loss. If he stopped bible bashin. He wouldnt wind up on a cross. Peace y'all. Copyright 2009 , Church of the RM Motherfucker.
