CK Won

[Intro] Look y'all gotta get in fuckin' line if you want to get served... Put the money in her.... look I know y'all used to them bottles of that piss yellow... You fuck this we closin' shit out... [Verse 1] If I'm as ill when I'm makin' my arms achin' Holdin' this baby over the roof when my Incubus CD skips... My wrist slips, look over the edge and score the bitch On the land of them flips man start handin me dames or clips Fuck it - start squeezin' - shootin' mo'fuckers for no reason Am I buggin when I burst in flames after rubbin' - gasoline on my arms and chest and start huggin' People in the precinct like cousins by the dozens when they question me I say where I wasn't Pretty BM puttin holes in your civic out the window shermed up if you say I don't live it Shits landin' your grills holdin' a divot large enough for a cow's femur to pivot Or is it Chris Palko that's givin' these bitches mouthfuls Then it's thank you notes on their face with scalpels [Hook] CK won, if you see Cage run Your dough bitches I leave and tip y'all in ones Out of dough you might wake up with a mouth full of cum And this ether rag to wipe with when I'm done CK won yeah for CK run Your pockets dawg you keep the lint and the crumbs If you climb out the trunk be happy to see sun Not get the fuck back to work and get me some more funds [Verse 2] Now don't start gettin jumpy I'm happy to pump 3 Clips to your face then set out to leave the country Bitch smack enabled the quick snack scoop out the twat and get whats left of the bitch back Eat later rap to heat haters pimp like I feed em feet first to gators Skin grafts can't hide the brand and then rolled up here with your husband after my hands in it Then send em home with three of my mans in it cuz I'm no prince like protective palm laminates Think shits silly now watch the nine milly - put this really dull bitch brains all in the belly That's fifty K more fifty more to gun or play back to the lab with a big tittied run away Guess who ain't gonna pay to paint eyelids. Getting head from her while the bitch is still drivin [Hook] [Verse 3] I left a trail of dead nurses kept the ID from their purses Started my own 1 900 number service... Gettin' mad at earth is a waste of time Still collectin' note when I'm too wasted to rhyme You in the basement online with the webcam, go get your head slammed limbs broke bedpan All for this bitch played you for Chris, IV in your wrist and fist pumpin' you Cage piss With the incidentals of cage kennels cut through the panties with the rocks in the dentals Speakin' of which no gifts for the snatch unless you want diamond earrings with earlobes attached Shoot up an M5 and whoever in it cuz I ain't got one and I ain't waitin' a minute If the ransom ain't met then I ain't cakey to floss cheese grater to face and start scrapin' it off... [Hook] [Sample from a clockwork orange] "Down in the snook of the duke of new york - now they knew who was master and leader"