Stun Gun -

Ayo this shit doesn’t come easy

Hey don’t misjudge me

Whatever might displease you

Still couldn’t touch me

I don’t care what I write is what I’m gonna bust

Fights on round one, if you fuck with anyone of us

What?

Please, you better run 'til your knees concede

Shit hits the fan next time you see me

And I don’t stall about what’s up with ya’ll

Now freeze, on the spot when it’s time to let it all out

And I don’t know, I just don’t know

Why things always get little bit out of control

Why people get rowdy when I come into the place

Whoops, there goes my glass in your face

One time for my posse (posse)

Two time for my homes (homes)

We’ll be chilling in the backseat (backseat)

Where we bury the bone (bury the bone)

Here’s a birdie who plays dirty in this game

It’s a shame that my ex wants to act this way

What a hag, man, what a bunch of crap to say

When I’ve been nothing but fair with you up 'til this day

But hey, you got what you wanted so choke on this shit, too

You got issues

Why you think I broke up with you?

Dammit, can’t you see I don’t need this crap?

I can’t believe this, bitch, give me my CD’s back!

Infact how’s that for a turn on

For your ugly ass and a face I wouldn’t even shoot (scratch) on

I’ll tell you this much, you really got me pissed off

You flat-chested bitch

You really thought I went this soft?

I tried to be nice

But if all you want is beef, then

A word of advice so you can sink your teeth in

I can be your bearer

Of ill rotten blues

When you disregard me this way

I bring bad news

One time for my posse (posse)

Two time for my homes (homes)

We’ll be chilling in the backseat (backseat)

Where we bury the bone (bury the bone)

(slow)

One time for my posse

Two time for my homes

We’ll be chilling in the backseat

Where we bury the bone

My experience is limited

Reputation is discredited

The locals read it man

I have to live here

Please edit it

You can type that I’m quite nice if they buy it

I like my weekends private

Real peaceful and quiet

I don’t condone violence

Read books for recreation

I interfere with politics and

Public relations

So put that in your piece

And a lid on it please

Doesn’t matter if you bend the truth a little bit, see?

Next time I’m in the studio

I’ll take my grudges out

And you can get the clean version sent to your house

This is my scene now, and I’m a crate for more

'Til the world breaks

What the fuck you take me for?

One time for my posse (posse)

Two time for my homes (homes)

We’ll be chilling in the backseat (backseat)

Where we bury the bone (bury the bone)