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Prime Minister Pete Nice and Daddy Rich - Rat Bastard

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(You dirty, rotten, rat bastard
Come on up face to face
And I`ll meet you at the bar
Hey!
I`ll cut your belly up
You dirty, rotten, rat bastard)
(You dirty, rotten, rat bastard)
(You dirty, rotten, rat bastard)

(It rubs the lotion on its skin and does whatever it`s told)
(Rubs the lotion on the skin
[ ] gets the hoes again)
(What you fuckin want))
(Muthafucka duck)

[ VERSE 1 ]
[I hear] you puff and swig on a bottle
Rode on your hoe, now she`s a role model
I hit ya up, mix ya up in my decks of cards
[ ] the deck [ ] times is hard
Diggedy you remember the night that I met cha?
I dismembered your limbs and fed cha
Apple sauce, pork chops, and beans
No cigarettes, know what I mean?
Wind it up, wind it up on the binge
You`re readin my lips on a lunatic fringe
Hinges swing, so I swing my cleaver
Straight for the crotch, I leave ya to the beaver
Latoya, I`m leaving ya on the next plane
Sorry I left the ice pick in your brain
Work and no play [ ]
New jacks steal, and it`s a nine to the skull
Red-red-redbone, redbone, you run
Rich, bring em back ([ ]) get some
Of this, blow, make a wish
If you`re dead and you know it, the body bag drips

(Now you don`t know what pain is)

[ VERSE 2: Psycho Les ]
The wiggedy-wicked Psycho runnin through the woods
Stickin up picnics, and robbin all goods
Prrr - stick em, hah, nobody move
I got a ten inch blade, check it out, it cut smooth
Smooth - yo, I don`t get upset
I dig a hole in your stomach, pull it out, then I jet
Back and goin way back like a blessin
Psycho Les on the loose passin
Through your turf, knockin ducks off the earth
They got nerve, fuckin shit is what they`re worth
Yo, I`m fuckin [ ] from each burrough
Since I`m not Annie, don`t expect me to love you tomorrow
I shot my bow and arrow through hearts and butt
Caught your girl, I knocked her Doc Martins off
(Iaah) that`s all you heard
Donkey style`s the style she preferred
After I nut, she called her friends ([ ])
Came to my hut and tried to gas me for months
Three buffalo gals I kicked round the outside
My mama said [ ] three buffalo heads I flied

[ VERSE 3 ]
I bring the bats in my belt, [ ] you on your knees
Some want my g`s, please, baby, please
Prostitute yourself for the liznoot
Give up the bizznoot, then let em shoot
If i was a rich man, then I`d dick you
If i was a derelict, then I`d stick you
Mister Softie, you don`t even know me
Is that shit in your pants? (Oh man, oh man)
Fear in heart, shit on yourself
Your shit is wack, your shit stays on the shelf
I make ya an offer you can`t but refuse it
Shoes in cement, I do ya, you lose it
The Rat Bastard, that`s what they call me
The Rat Bastard don`t give a fuck, blow me
Up like a platinum act that know how to act
No gas face, just hear the heads crack
You say, "Don`t - don`t hurt me again"
You shoulda brought an automatic weapon, my man
Pop goes the weasel, I stuff you in a trunk of a Cutlass Supreme
To the river, and the end of the scheme

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