Rat Bastard-Lil Daddy Rich/Prime Minister Pete Nice

(feat. 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 f**kin want)) (Muthaf**ka 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, f**kin shit is what they're worth Yo, I'm f**kin [ ] 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 f**k, 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