HARDBODY ft. LaVey Lyrics

SAWGANG BITCH

Thinkin' you the shit

Yeah you popped up out a rectum

Swervin' on the road, fuckin' ruthless I'ma wreck it

Smokin' on kill, I done went and resurrected

You flaccid dick heads, yeah bitch, I'm erected

Harder than a mother fucker

Bitch be askin' can she suck it

Baby I'ma mother fucker

We can do it right in public

Don't think I'm like no other fucker

I don't duck, so fuck a rubber

That pussy be a snitch, lay him down, he undercover

Hold up wait a minute, I'm about to get my finisher

Not a mortal with the combat, I'm gon' go and finish him

Start a fuckin' riot, set it off like I'm Boosie

Versace shades, I see the shade, wipe 'em down I'm seein' how they doin' me

I just been doin' me

They hate me cause they ain't me, but I be playin' clueless, see

I don't give a fuck about a thing that anybody say

I be doin' what I gotta, maybe swerving out my lane

I've taken knives to the back, but I can't feel no pain

Even when I'm right, I'm the one they blame

Haha fuck that, they just mad i ain't tamed

Ayo Vey

Kill this shit fam

HA

Allergic to the pussy, pussy boys be actin' fruity

Shoot a movie, gory horror with you boring whores and truly tulis

Are the answer to my problems

Somber mommas crying in the streets

But I don't give a fuck

Your son was nothing but a bitch

Tackle the block, tackle the block

Run up the spot, take me or leave me alone and I'm not

What you had thought

Fucked up in the head, I fuck up a lot

Talkin' my shit, but I'm stuck a rock

I got no currency, this an emergency

But I just make the best of what I got

I get pleasure resurrecting pots

Stir them till the drama bubble pop

You ain't never gettin' what I got

Even when I'm strugglin' a lot

TMG the beast that feast on opps

People leave the venue punchin' cops

People leave the show, they blowin' snot

Faces red, they lootin' local shops

Been a minute since I broke the block

Eeenie meenie miney moe

Which direction am I gonna go

Which protection am I gonna tote

Any minor inconvenience, it gotta go

Onomato fuckin' poeia with the pew pew

Onomato fuckin' poeia with the bang bang

All these muhh fuckas dreamin' 'bout the same thing

But won't do shit about it, they just stay lame

Uh, yuh

I don't got no alibi

Out my mind, dollar signs

Turn me on like power lines

Wrap my mind 'round times I've cried

I'll quit tryin' when the crows quit cryin'

I'll quit grindin' when the Popes stop dyin'

Mortal men in charge of what we doin'

Fuck that, I am God, I proved it

Alright that's it