A.o.n Kill Yo Ass
{Chorus [x2]}
Hate on me and I'm gonna kill yo f..ckin ass
Hate on me and I'm gonna kill yo f..ckin ass
Hate on me and I'm gonna kill yo f..ckin ass
Kill yo f..ckin ass, kill yo f..ckin ass
(Verse 1)
I can't describe how motherfuckin angry that I get
When people get up on here and tell me they ain't feel my shit
Well, f..ck em, I hope they duckin, cause I'ma bring some ruckus
They don't know who they done f..cked with, best believe I ain't no punk bitch
I'ma whip they ass so fast, school is in session, come to class
I'ma show you how to whip ass, cause I do that shit in mass
Uncomplicated, unlike math, you don't need no f..ckin graphs
Just a f..ckin baseball bat to give they skull a f..ckin crack
The old me is gone, I strangled him with a rope
I bet you can tell the difference in all the nex songs I wrote
I'll slit yo f..ckin throat, so deep that that shit'll never heal
You get knocked the f..ck out, like Evander Holyfield
{Chorus [x2]}
(Verse 2)
Shh! You better be quiet, you might piss someone off
F..ck that shit! I'ma shoot some clips off
And get Lost, just like that motherfucker J-John Locke
Scotty come and beam me up cause I'm ready for lift off
Gone on that Smirnoff, smokin weed until I cough
Dress like David Hasslehoff, and rip Pam Anderson's tits off
On Baywatch, drown a lifeguard, and then take yo clothes off
I'll act like I got a foot fetish, and suck yo toes off
Time to change it up, and change my damn rhyme scheme
I'm the f..ckin rawest lyricist that you have ever seen
There are few as fresh as me, most are scared to death of me
You'll never get the best of me, if you try, you will rest in piece
{Chorus [x2]}
{{Breakdown]}
Uh-oh! It's time to break down, ladies get that ass bouncin
Follow me to V.I.P. and get that ass pounded
Uh-oh! Ladies, it's time to get that ass bouncin
Follow me to V.I.P. and get that ass pouned
[(Outro)]
This has been another A.O.N. song
Ha! F..ck you! I will motherfuckin kill you if you talk shit about me