Rat Bastard Lyrics

Rat Bastard lyrics

f/ Psycho Les







(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