Over There ***

Here's the new sh*t I'm on we can all get along

But if ya step to me wrong I'm gonna bang ya like a gong

And I don't need a gang to do it I creep solo

Beat ya till ya dead put out ya freakin' head

That's how I do it cause I'm sick like that

And you'll get kicked like that if ya fakin' the funk

I got a trunk full of beats and a head full of rhymes

I got stains on my sheets from all the good times

That I spent with ya hookers some were good lookers

And some were just stunts after too many blunts

Ya got ya arm around ya girl but don't make me laugh kid

Gettin' steam pressured girl's schemin' on the grafted

Pale faced Celt backed up catch a welt

From the buckle of my belt now tell me how that felt

Ooh I'm on some of the over there sh*t

Ooh I'm on some of the over there sh*t

Ooh I'm on some of the over there sh*t

I'm on some Milk D I don't care sh*t

I don't care

It's the return of the livin' dead put all concerned to bed

I'm alive and kickin' ask any girl I'm stickin'

Back once again I never shot no **

Or hit the glass pipe a** wipe

Stop the rumor I'll kill ya like a tumor in your colon

I'll leave your sh*t all swollen

Get off my dick 'cuz thick is how I'm rollin'

The Soul Assassainator'll get ya open like a crater

I'm down with psycho beta cuz I'm flava' like a plate a'

Corned beef and cabbage I'm a savage on the set

Don't do nuthin' you'll regret

Because you'll end up gettin' wet like water

I'm out for slaughter pops lock up your daughter

Ooh I'm on some of the over there sh*t

Ooh I'm on some of the over there sh*t

Ooh I'm on some of the over there sh*t

I'm on some Milk D I don't care sh*t

I don't care

I rock a paid style 'cuz free's amateur

If ya play me close punk I'm gonna' damage ya

We got the Funk Doobie in the house with the Mickey Mouse

I spot a hooker then I'm runnin' up in ya blouse

I ain't a b**ch so don't play me soft

I got a round in my chamber and the safety's off

Pullin' on the trigger ain't nuttin' brave

But I'm a sick f**ker like a red-neck trucker

And I just might buck ya down

You're starin' down my barrel so ya jump around

Ya try to get away but I'm too quick to pull

So don't try to gas me punk my tank's full

I ain't got the time I don't need the fuel

Punk we can duel I'll take ya a** to school

And break down the lesson here's the pop quiz

I gets Top Billin you can ask Giz

Ooh I'm on some of the over there sh*t

Ooh I'm on some of the over there sh*t

Ooh I'm on some of the over there sh*t

I'm on some Milk D I don't care sh*t

Ooh I'm on some of the over there sh*t

Ooh I'm on some of the over there sh*t

Ooh I'm on some of the over there sh*t

I'm on some Milk D I don't care sh*t

I don't care