Dre Dog (Andre Nickatina) - Muthaf*cka Lyrics

(Dre Dog)

Muthaf*cka so I heard you like to run your mouth

But eat this rhyme so you can taste what I'm a talk about

That sewer rat mack in black is back

Dre Dog in your dome lacin' caine wit' my dank sack

You get change for my respect silly muthaf*cka

Come closer and get served like a dirt clucker

Wit' a mind the find of Al Capone

But with the gift to manip like Jim Jones

But muthaf*cka I will clown and insult ya

And when you die, feed off you like a vulture

Cuz' in the streets there ain't no love so nigga f*ck peace

I break your jaw and have you chokin' on your wisdom teeth

six-six two-twenty not a Tommy Tucker

You don't like me I ain't scared of you muthaf*cka

Cuz' I can get racist like the Ku-Klux-Klan

Call you Kunta Kintae then whup yo ass!

Game exposed on the whole damn institute

Muthaf*cka's get chewed like Juicy Fruit

Uhh, fools get smacked wit' the back of my hand

Nigga's get crushed like aluminum cans

Mr. Jim Jones and it just don't quite

Fillmore for life and I will f*ck yo Bitch!



(Cougnut)

I'm tired of these muthaf*cka's talking lip

On who's down while I might waste a lyric clip

To your dome watch it bust little chumps

Brains on my chest from the blast of that lyric

Coughing up blood now your dead and nee a witness

Execute rapper's of the charts is my business

It don't really matter if it's him or if it's her

Decapitating bodies on my list like Jeffrey Dalmer

Serial style murders jumpin' off on my stutter step

Gotta keep it gruesome, keep it bloody to maintain my rep

Tales of the Crypt

It got sick, smell the body funk

Sights on crucial make Jason look like a punk

MC's on freeze on they knee's sayin' please

Bustin at they ass to these fools not breath

I don't know why these muthaf*cka's wanna f*ck wit' me

Check your tails runnin' up on this N-U-T

I don't really care battle anywhere hard!

Mutalate your body when we battle pick a graveyard

Thats were you goin when I flow and when I rap

F*cked off diesel!Take a dirt nap

Rock a mic gotta go, you don't feel me do'

F*cked off D so when you step to the rock hoe

Rottweiler attackage, when I'm locking on your f*ckin' neck

Don't other nathin', cuz' I take respect

Talkin' that shit, so listen to ya holla

Fake-ass rapper gettin' sicked on someones rottweiler

MUTHAF*CKA!!!