Yuh P.E. Twain - Fuck Lyrics

Bitch you know I turn up on this one
Bitch you know I pull up with the long gun
Bitch you know I turn up on this one
Bitch you know my gun go SCRAA RAAA

Feeling of a false prophet
Maybe i'm a lost prophet
Why the f*ck everybody so damn toxic
Why the f*ck i'm always on the god damn docket
Burning thru my life like a dollar in my pocket
Better put my gun in my safe in lock it
Wait gotta stop get back to my scheming
Poisoning the world with my mother f*cking semen
Mental got me f*cked up pop another bean
Now i'm off the drugs and i'm mother f*cking leaning
Wait don't stop where the f*ck boys at
Find a mother f*cker and I up him with a gat
Only reasons cause I aint f*cking with a rat
Get the f*ck out of here I ain't f*cking you SLATT
Ion really care if your f*cking with my rap
Why the f*ck I care when I got your whole bag
Wind from my bullet give you waves like durag
Your income looking like a price tag
Drop on the jewelry and a brand new mag
Out in the UK can I bum a fag
AK rounds go straight thru your house
Know I don't f*ck with the rat or the mouse