Spit In Your Face

Uhh, straight off the bat

I come straight off my back with a gun like I'm in Iraq

And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crack 'em

And snap back and battle my own shadow 'cause y'all wack

And all that bullshit ya talkin' startin' to get funky

Toss me the chunky, I'ma brew these punkies

Stir I'm from the block but you don't pass like a flunky

We make a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey

Yes, I want you to come around here with that playin' boy

I'll shoot this mutherfucker till I burn my hand boy

Bust up in the court and shoot the witness on the stand boy

This is my game ask everybody in the stands boy

I'm all red I'm on fire like a ant pile

They put the clamp down if I put the stamp down

You get the stampede, I make blood bleed

You suck dick, I suc-ceed

Yeah, yeahhh, and this is how victory tastes

So I'ma spit in ya face

Kevin

Singin' ay yo oo ohh (ohh)

Ay yo oohh (ayy)

Ay yo oo ohh

(So I'ma spit in your face)

Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh)

Ay yo oohh (ayy)

Ay yo oo ohh

(So I'ma spit in your face)

If this is a race I ain't goin' for no pace I am goin' for your place

Bow ya home, how ya gon'

Fuck with me if I ain't fuckin' around

Two eyes to the sky, ten toes touchin' the ground

Bitch nigga I am not your homeboy

We are not from the same home boy

My Nina Baker bring your joy

I'll destroy who ya employ

I shoot twelve rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy

Y'all so backwards, I don't do backwards, I'ma Swisher man

Eight in the mornin' you bouta get found by a fisherman

Yeaah, You guys is bitches, little girls

And Mr. Smith & Wesson wanna kiss ya pussy pearl

Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire at the devil

And I do whatever for the root of all evil

Gold, silver, bronze, no try that black medal

Turn yo mutherfuckin' flowers to feathers now fly to Heaven