Pussy, Money and War

CK Won, tell ya mom this shits done Got a brand new album for a fucked up son Her daughter gettin fucked, like I give a shit tricker Go eat that acid off'a them explicit warning stickers Lickin the cd, askin ya mom to buy it While I'm gagging honey, in the hyatt with my dick to keep her quiet "Room service..." Fuck that! Assume Nervous.. Break this bitch ass off a bruised purpose In and out throw a fist in the route this bitch has waste management cuz I piss in her mouth Match made of guinness for forty five minutes then I'm breakin' my foot off her ass for the finish Look dengy and fendy but trendy millenium Ted Bundy lookin all friendly at Wendy's Cuz it's time to eat and I'll fuck you up I ain't them rhymin' geeks Chorus: We want pussy, money and I'm ready for war Already I'm tore still I'm gettin head from your whore Bring the fun on don't be the we put a gun on Promoters that don't gimmie our dough are gettin' swung on (x2) I can't help that your wife likes sex and the violence got knives to her head while I paint eyelids Then cut my ear off Smirnoff get the dead deer off then have that bitch get Lon Ser off Then we laugh about it at whatever clubs poppin' and blow this shit up with all the whores and thugs locked in Make it a point to then break in the joint spend a clip on cult members outside waitin' to join I'm gettin' this money I don't care how it look if I pick up both arms you're watchin' a coward cook Riddled with lead d-cup nipple tip of the egg twelve four watchin' cops itchin' their head Sippin' grey goose with a trey deuce on this kid that runnin' this dough and I'm like 'lay loose' Don't have your moms be like 'That's my boy!' Then go sign the papers to have your corpse destroyed Chorus: We want pussy, money and I'm ready for war Already I'm tore still I'm gettin head from your whore Bring the fun on don't be the we put a gun on Promoters that don't gimmie our dough are gettin' swung on (x2) You better got rocks to fling or Glocks to ping fuck around and got Cage doin' obnoxious things now It's four AM where your kids at Larry Clarke's crib with Copywrite next to where the PTA live Went to see Bully not for my two songs maybe up cameo with Bijou Phillips lady up This time around crazy I'm slicin' shook rookies used to pistol whip til Shady made it look pussy Tryin' to dissect words I write only found a napkin in the diner for the verse I wrote last night So don't pick up bread crumbs like this old bitch sittin' shoddy in the NIS gun You get the point like your bitch do I punch through the planet like when PCP hits you Watch me shake up these little prima donnas cuttin' off their backpacks like Mad Cow Llama Chorus: We want pussy, money and I'm ready for war Already I'm tore still I'm gettin head from your whore Bring the fun on don't be the we put a gun on Promoters that don't gimmie our dough are gettin' swung on (x2)