Testo The Most Hated Man In Frisco

Testo The Most Hated Man In Frisco

(Dre Dog whispering is in parentheses)[Dre Dog]ooh, here comes the sickest and the illest of them all(what's your name boy)they call me Dre Dogthe coke snortin, chewy smokin reverend in black (yeah)just because you know my name fool, i don't have your backbut put some pep in your step and get the fuck onbefore i have hen flashbacks and get my fuck onbut a lot of motherfuckers seem to think i'm satanic(why?) but makin sick shit from the mind is automatic (hahaha)grab a motherfucker is my motherfuckin thangand i slang these thangs like cocaine (i slang em)and muslims hate me but i don't know why (i don't either)is it because i say fuck you and your bean pies?and no, i don't want no final calli smoke skunk and still say man to allcause i'm the butcher, the baker, the candlestick makermo money, mo money, it's the black Jim Bakkertake naps in a coffin, sleep in a body bagonly paper that i like is money or zig-zagsrolled a blunt for that fool i didn't know (he didnt know)Dre Dog get his amp from the lord indonigga do it, nigga good , do it for a hoi got an axe to open up your chest just like a front door (open up your chest)an axe to open up your back just like a back door (back door)and money for the cents i got the best indocause i never was a kid, my heart was too coldwhen I came out my momma's pussy i was 12 years old (hahaha)with long fingernails for the cocaine (long fingernails)rough ass hands for the skull rings (skull rings)potent ass dank for a fuck ringand some sucka free niggas when i gang bangso kneel down and bow to the sick onei'll have the devil coming out your damn eardrums (eardrums)and when you see him say my name fool, don't screamso cut your dick you punk bitch it was a wet dream (haha)it don't stop...(chorus)[fuck you, Dre Dog, you ain't shit] but i snort caine and it gets me ripped[fuck you, Dre Dog, you ain't shit] but i smoke blunts and it gets me bent[fuck you, Dre Dog, you ain't shit] yeah, but i snort caine and it gets me ripped[fuck you, Dre Dog, you ain't shit] but i smoke blunts and it gets me bent[Dre Dog]i should buy a cemetery and get much bigger (why?)and make money off you dead ass niggas (hahahaha)but fool you don't hear me (what?), niggas fear me (why?)but they wanna get near me (who are you?)the six five devil's son, (who?) I said the devil's son (who?)can you find a more wicked one? (no)that can creep through the night like a wicked witchsmokin ty stick (what?), on a broomstick (yeah)because a nigga like me like to shake rightNow watch me jack off by your mother's gravesite (did you know her?)because I knew her, and i fucked her, and i missed the cock (uhhhh)but here's a pipe without the knife on how i rip shopthe most hated man in Frisco's in your brain nowsmokin chewy, you got me sick but im insane nowso give me body like Latifah and i might beat cha (everybody)with my beanie on i look just like the grim reaper (hahahaha)pony tail, saggy pants, bulletproof vest (what?)like an alien, Dre Dog is coming through your chest (through your chest)i'm not a cat, i don't scratch, i got long nails (meow)i'm a pisces but i'd rather be a killa whale (killa whale)don't turn your back, look how you act when i come to town (Frisco)praise my name, kiss my ring, now bow downsick material,now don't you know my voice is good for fuckin' up your stereo (yeah)now Dre Dog account for cash, whoop that ass,make the blast, (hahahaha) with a sinister laugh(chorus)[fuck you, Dre Dog, you ain't shit] but I snort caine and it gets me ripped[fuck you, Dre Dog, you ain't shit] but I smoke blunts and it gets me bent[fuck you, Dre Dog, you ain't shit] but I snort caine, I snort caine[fuck you, Dre Dog, you ain't shit] fire up the blunts nigga, I'm ghost
Testi Dre Dog (Andre Nickatina)