Over There Shit

Ladies and Gentlemen (2x)

Here's the new shit I'm on we can all get along

But if ya step to me wrong I'm gonna bang ya like a gong

And I don't need a gang to do it, I creep solo

Beat ya till ya dead, put out ya freakin' head

That's how I do because I'm sick like that

And you'll get kicked like that If ya fakin' the funk

I got a trunk full of beats and a head full of rhymes

I got stains on my sheets from all the good times

That I spent with ya hookers some were good lookers

And some were just stunts after too many blunts

Ya gotcha arm around ya girl but don't make me laugh kid

Gettin' steam pressured your girl's schemin' on the grafted

Jail faced Celt, backed up catch a welt

From the buckle of my belt now tell me how that felt

CHORUS

Oh, I'm on some of the over there shit (3x)

I'm on some milky I don't care shit

I don't care

It's the return of the livin' dead

Put all concerned to bed I'm alive and kickin'

Ask any girl I'm stickin'

Back once again, I never shot no heroin

Or hit the glass pipe, ass wipe stop the rumor

I'll kill ya like a tumor in your colon

I'll leave your shit all swollen

Get off my dick 'cause thick is how I'm rollin'

The Soul Assassainator'll get ya open like a crator

I'm down with psycho Vader 'cause I'm flava' like a plate a'

Corn beef and cabbage I'm a savage on the set

Don't do nothin' you'll regret because you'll end up gettin' wet like water

I'm out for slaughter, cops lock up your daughter

CHORUS

I rock it page style 'cause freed damaged ya

If ya play me close punk I'm gonna' damage ya

We got the Funkdoobie in the House

With the Mickey Mouse

I spot a hooker then I'm runnin up in ya blouse

I ain't a bitch so don't play me soft

I got a round in my chamber and the safety's off

Pullin' on the trigger, ain't nuthin brave

But I'm a sick fucker like a red-neck trucker

And I just might buck ya down, you're starin' down my barrell

So ya jump around, ya try to get away

But I'm too quick to pull so don't try to gas me

Punk, my tank's full, I ain't got the time

I don't need the fuel, punk we can duel

I'll take ya ass to school then break down the lesson

Here's the pop quiz, I get's top billin', you can ask Giz