Rap Meh

fred:
you know who this be

Bruce/Ralph:
yeah son, you know who it is

Verse 1
Fred:
i told you once, i told you twice,
i'd tell you three times, but i ain't that nice.
so what i'm gonna do, is count to fucking 5.
and if your still around, eyem'a start to let em fly.
one, you better start to get a movin,
two, i told you bitch best get to steppin'
three, your ass is still around me?!
......mother fucker
(gunshots)

Chorus:
Bruce/Ralph:
See we the kings of this town,
and you know this shits true,
Fred:
If we see you or your crew,
you know were comin after you,
Bruce/ralph:
dont worry bout us bein scared of the cops
Fred:
cuz if they see this go down.
Fred + Bruce/Ralph
Then we'll put them in a box!

Fred + Bruce/Ralph:
We the kings of this town,
and you know thats all bad,
once we see your faggot face,
make your momma all sad
Cuz we'll put you in a box,
Watch us put you in a box!

Verse2
Bruce/Ralph
Fuck puttin em in a box,
ima put em in a basket!
Blow em all up to pieces,
and i'll do it while im laughin!

See my homie Fred dog,
i know he dont give a fuck,
and if you see us fuckin comin,
then you better fuckin duck.

Fred:
Cuz them bullets made of lead,
i'll be aimin at your head,
and if my shots all fuckin miss,
Ralph's/Bruce's RPG will make you wish,

That my home dog's bullets,
were once in DU state.
So you'd be inside the ground,
Instead dogs eat you like a steak.

Ralph/Bruce
Better watch yourself,
when you come around here.
Cuz if you start to disrespectin'
Ima make you disappear.

Ralph/Bruce
So i'll tell you one thing,
Fred
before we start to make this live,
Ralph/Bruce
Ima give you one chance
Fred + Ralph/Bruce
and i'll count to fuckin 5!

Chorus