Spit in Your Face (Kevin Rudolf)

Uh, Straight off the back 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 crackle 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'm a brew these punkies Stir I'm from the block where u 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 an 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, yeah, and this is how victory tastes So I'm a spit in ya face! Kevin! R: Singing ay yo ooh oh (oh) Ay yo ooh (ay) Ay yo ooh oh (So I'm a spit in your face) Singing ay yo ooh oh (ooh) Ay yo ooh (ay) Ay yo ooh oh (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 gone 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'm a swisher man 8 in the mornin' you bouta get found by a fisherman Yea, you guys is bitches, little girls And Mr. Smith and Weston 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 the black metal Turn yo mutherfuckin' flowers to feathers now fly to heaven Kevin! R: 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 don't get sun, you just get it soon Turn your I.D. to a tomb Goons are us, the foods 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'm a spit in your face Yeah, I'm a, so I'm a spit in your face, yeah Singing ay yo ooh oh Ay yo ooh Ay yo ooh oh (Ay yo ooh oh) (Ooh, I'm a spit in your face)