Dre Dog (Andre Nickatina) - The Most Hated Man in Frisco Lyrics

(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 Dog

the coke snortin, chewy smokin reverend in black (yeah)

just because you know my name fool, i don't have your back

but put some pep in your step and get the f*ck on

before i have hen flashbacks and get my f*ck on

but a lot of motherf*ckers seem to think i'm satanic

(why?) but makin sick shit from the mind is automatic (hahaha)

grab a motherf*cker is my motherf*ckin thang

and 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 f*ck you and your bean pies?

and no, i don't want no final call

i smoke skunk and still say man to all

cause i'm the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker

mo money, mo money, it's the black Jim Bakker

take naps in a coffin, sleep in a body bag

only paper that i like is money or zig-zags

rolled a blunt for that fool i didn't know (he didnt know)

Dre Dog get his amp from the lord indo

nigga do it, nigga good , do it for a ho

i 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 indo

cause i never was a kid, my heart was too cold

when 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 f*ck ring

and some sucka free niggas when i gang bang

so kneel down and bow to the sick one

i'll have the devil coming out your damn eardrums (eardrums)

and when you see him say my name fool, don't scream

so cut your dick you punk bitch it was a wet dream (haha)

it don't stop...



(chorus)



[f*ck you, Dre Dog, you ain't shit] but i snort caine and it gets me ripped

[f*ck you, Dre Dog, you ain't shit] but i smoke blunts and it gets me bent

[f*ck you, Dre Dog, you ain't shit] yeah, but i snort caine and it gets me

ripped

[f*ck 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 witch

smokin ty stick (what?), on a broomstick (yeah)

because a nigga like me like to shake right

Now watch me jack off by your mother's gravesite (did you know her?)

because I knew her, and i f*cked her, and i missed the cock (uhhhh)

but here's a pipe without the knife on how i rip shop

the most hated man in Frisco's in your brain now

smokin chewy, you got me sick but im insane now

so 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 down

sick material,

now don't you know my voice is good for f*ckin' up your stereo (yeah)

now Dre Dog account for cash, whoop that ass,

make the blast, (hahahaha) with a sinister laugh



(chorus)



[f*ck you, Dre Dog, you ain't shit] but I snort caine and it gets me ripped

[f*ck you, Dre Dog, you ain't shit] but I smoke blunts and it gets me bent

[f*ck you, Dre Dog, you ain't shit] but I snort caine, I snort caine

[f*ck you, Dre Dog, you ain't shit] fire up the blunts nigga, I'm ghost