Spit In Your Face-Kevin Rudolf

　　　 Artist：kevin rudolf Songs Title：spit in your face Uhh, straight off the bat I come straight off my back with a gun like I'm in Iraq And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crack 'em And snap back and battle my own shadow 'cause y'all wack And all that b******t ya talkin' startin' to get funky Toss me the chunky, I'ma brew these punkies Stir I'm from the block but you don't pass like a flunky We make a b**ch a mule and everybody act a donkey Yes, I want you to come around here with that playin' boy I'll shoot this mutherf**ker till I burn my hand boy Bust up in the court and shoot the witness on the stand boy This is my game ask everybody in the stands boy I'm all red I'm on fire like a ant pile They put the clamp down if I put the stamp down You get the stampede, I make blood bleed You suck dick, I suc-ceed Yeah, yeahhh, and this is how victory tastes So I'ma spit in ya face Kevin Singin' ay yo oo ohh (ohh) Ay yo oohh (ayy) Ay yo oo ohh (So I'ma spit in your face) Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh) Ay yo oohh (ayy) Ay yo oo ohh (So I'ma spit in your face) If this is a race I ain't goin' for no pace I am goin' for your place Bow ya home, how ya gon' F**k with me if I ain't f**kin' around Two eyes to the sky, ten toes touchin' the ground B**ch ni**a I am not your homeboy We are not from the same home boy My Nina Baker bring your joy I'll destroy who ya employ I shoot twelve rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy Y'all so backwards, I don't do backwards, I'ma Swisher man Eight in the mornin' you bouta get found by a fisherman Yeaah, You guys is b**ches, little girls And Mr. Smith & Wesson wanna kiss ya p**sy pearl Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire at the devil And I do whatever for the root of all evil Gold, silver, bronze, no try that black medal Turn yo mutherf**kin' flowers to feathers now fly to Heaven And crazy's what they callin' me, but crazy isn't hardly what I am Try creatively retarded or amazingly rewarded Ain't no faith in me the hardest never crack, I'm crack I'm d**e in Reynolds Wrap, now let's just hope you get it back Let's just hope that you get it And if I have anything to do with it, mutherf**ker I did it Yeah, Young Tune, gorilla monsoon Mr. Martian will hang yo' a** from the moon 'Cause you don't get sun, you just get it soon Turn your I.D. to a tomb Goons are us, the foods for us We eat with our hands, no fork and spoon for us We will take the knives, and we will take the wives And we won't take the jewelry but we will take the lives Yeah So I'ma spit in your face Yeah, I'ma, so I'ma spit in your face, yeeah