paroles de chanson Spit In Your Face - Kevin Rudolf
Ay,
yo,
oh,
oh,
oh
Ay,
yo,
oh
Ay,
yo,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh
So
I′mma
spit
in
your
face
Uh,
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
ya'll
wack
and
all
that
Bullshit
ya
talkin′,
startin′
to
get
funky
Toss
me
the
chunky,
I'mma
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
plan,
boy
I′ll
shoot
this
motherfucker
'til
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
succeed
Yeah,
yeah,
and
this
is
how
victory
tastes
So
I'mma
spit
in
ya
face
Kevin
Singin′,
ay,
yo,
oh,
oh,
oh
Ay,
yo,
oh
Ay,
yo,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh
So
I′mma
spit
in
your
face
Singin',
ay,
yo,
oh,
oh,
oh
Ay,
yo,
oh
Ay,
yo,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh
So
I′mma
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
2 eyes
to
the
sky,
10
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
12
rounds,
now
Jr.
Jones
Roy
Y'all
so
backwards,
I
don′t
do
Backwoods,
I'mma
swisher,
man
8 in
the
mornin′
your
body
get
found
by
a
fisherman
Yeah,
You
guys
is
bitches,
little
girls
And
Mr.
Smith
& Wesson
wanna
kiss
ya
pussy
pearl
Tongue
kiss
an
angel,
spit
fire
at
the
devil
And
I
do
whatever
for
the
root
of
all
evil
Gold,
silver,
bronze,
no,
try
the
black
medal
Turn
your
motherfuckin'
flowers
to
feathers
Now
fly
to
heaven
Kevin
Ay,
yo,
oh,
oh,
oh
Ay,
yo,
oh
Ay,
yo,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh
So
I′mma
spit
in
your
face
Singin',
ay,
yo,
oh,
oh,
oh
Ay,
yo,
oh
Ay,
yo,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh
So
I'mma
spit
in
your
face
And
crazy′s
what
they
callin′
me
but
crazy
isn't
hardly
what
I
am
Try
creatively
retarded
or
amazingly
rewarded
Ain′t
no
faith
in
me
the
hardest
never
crack,
I'm
crack
I′m
dope
in
Reynolds
Wrap,
now
let's
just
hope
you
get
it
back
Let′s
just
hope
that
you
get
it
And
if
I
have
anything
to
do
with
it,
motherfucker,
I
did
it
Yeah,
Young
Tune,
gorilla
monsoon
Mr.
Martian
will
hang
your
ass
from
the
moon
'Cause
you'll
get
sun,
you
just
get
it
soon
Turn
your
I.D.
to
a
tomb
Goons
are
us,
the
food′s
for
us
We
eat
with
our
hands,
no
fork
and
spoon
for
us
We
will
take
the
knives
and
we
will
take
the
wives
And
we
won′t
take
the
jewelry
but
we
will
take
the
lives
Yeah
So
I'mma
spit
in
your
face
Singin′,
ay,
yo,
oh,
oh,
oh
Ay,
yo,
oh
Ay,
yo,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh
So
I'mma
spit
in
your
face
Ay,
yo,
oh,
oh,
oh
Oh,
oh
I′mma
spit
in
your
face
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