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Molotov Cocktail Party Lyrics


Molotov Molotov Cocktail Party

I'll rip your head off and defecate down your neck
            You better alejate because I don't give a heck
            You can't understand how I kicks my bingo
            you better step back because here comes the crazy gringo
            I your face, that's right I'm freestylin
            Doing it with ease all the while your tryin
            to be like me, I can't understand
            Why you can't be your own man
            Peoplle try to get with the style I got
            Don't you know I'm doin' it w/out coke or pot
            I'm naturally kind of f..cked up like that
            You know what I'm saying
            M to the O to the L to the O to the T to the O to the V
            For those ileterate bastards who cannot spell Molotov is who
we be
            Molotov shit is to tight, much, much stronger than any
dynamite
            Slick is the way res'e moving, funky as shit is the way it's
grooving
            Masoline in a Coke bottle, you get all pissed 'cause we
turned up the throttle
            Plug it up w/a gas checked rag, I don't run away 'cause I'd
rather le my
            pants sag.
            Met out the lgther, set it on fire, watch it as I throw it
getting brighter &
            brighter
            Contact was made with the opposing objective, you went from
            something to nothing in just under a second.
            M to the O to the L to the O to the T to the O to the V
            For those ileterate bastards who cannot spell Molotov is who
we be
            They call us Molotov 'cause we explode on sight
            Keep on talkin'g shit if you're looking for fight
            Your mouth keeps moving but all I hear is noise
            If you're f..cking with the gringo loco you better go get
yours boys
            Mike, Pac and Tito, they got my back
            If you think you're bad enough I'll put you down the snack
            Believe it or not what I'm saying
            Don't be stupid kid 'cause I ain't playing.
            M to the O to the L to the O to the T to the O to the V
            For those ileterate bastards who cannot spell Molotov is who
we be


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