FREDDIE DREDD - What The Fuck You Talkin Bout lyrics

What the fuck you talkin' ’bout?
Yous' a busta ass
Bitch you better shut your mouth
You think that talking all that loud
Will help you live with something
I'll tell your mothafucka’ bitch to come up
Run your money
You think you actin' sorta funny
With your fuckin' gun up
Your life will bless, end it fast
Take it from the fucking shaft
Motherfucka', stupid thoughts you had at last
You're motherfuckin' pussy boy
Just close your eyes and lay to rest
Imma kill a busta, motherfucka'
Always please, d to hear you, wish
To stay under the covers please
Evil motherfucka', pussy lover
Eat your soul, just with no tool
Just ask me why it is so cold
Act on me, act on me
Pull a Glock a killing spree
All these motherfuckas’ tryna act up fool
I’ll make you flee
Truth to your mind, with fucking bullet time
Make you stutter with no rhyme
As I kill you with no crown

What the fuck you talkin' ’bout?
What the fuck you talkin' 'bout?
What the fuck you talkin' ’bout?
What the fuck you talkin' 'bout?