Ramirez - Return Of The Corpse lyrics

Fuck you, man!
Fuck you!
Turn your punk-ass over
Oh, we got a problem here?
We got a problem here?
We got a problem, nigga?

Dog pound pit
You poodle bitches cannot fuck with me
Pull up with the stick, I'll make you limbo
You not duckin' me
Hollow tips just dumpin'
Fuckin' up suckas
I guarantee
Hangin' out the window of my bucket
Let my choppa sing
Knock a pussy down
Make that bitch nigga go kiss the floor
Walk up to the pit
I came to break jaws and throw these bows
Lay it down
Before I run up in your
Shit and kick your door
Stepping all on water, call me Young Rami
Lil' Pistol Cristo
Resurrect him from the dead
Red dot pointed at your head
Makin' any sudden movements
Then I'll fill you up with lead
12-gauge sawed-off
I love the way that motherfucker spread
Bitch, your time has come
So it's time to pay the reaper's debt

Oh
We got a problem here?
We got a problem here?
We got a problem, nigga?

GLOCK, take it out my waist, begin to play
Cock it back and meet your fate
Then turn your fuckin' body grey
Layin' stiff in blood and shit
The Undertaker fills your grave
Rest in peace, you pussy boy
I'm pissin' where your carcass lays
I must confess
I find content takin' your final breath
One up in the chamber, on the creep
With anna on my chest
Keep them bustas runnin'
'cause Gorilla's not the one to test
Voices in my head tell me they
Hunger for some fuckin' flesh
I'm comin' in huntin' with my
Demons on my payroll
Now put your guns up in the
Air and let that motherfucker blow
I'm sendin' these shots and
Give these motherfuckers halos
Send you straight up to heaven
Ain't no return where your bitch ass go