THE JUGGAKNOTS - I'm Gonna Kill You lyrics

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I seen honey and yo, I tried to hide the bulge

And thinkin of indulgin in an all out makin

Call out Breezely Brewin session of the flesh

And as the matter was discussed

This lust expressed through my reasonin

Would help to seasonin that rump roast

Gassin' up that blunt most incredible

Edible vision with precision

Had her fiendin for incision

She's with it, yo fuck a hit it, I was sluggin for the bleacher

As I represented, had her buggin

Cause I reach a promised land

Before I spread it on her jiff so on

Must I go on play by play of the dukin

I'll save that shit for Luke and

As she walked me out of the abode this kid she know

Jumped up and said "Next time I see you I'ma kill you" and was jetty

(HOOOLD UP!

HEY! WAIT A MINUTE!)

("Next time I see you I'ma kill you" and was jetty)

Hmm.....that's different

The paranoid feelin' my first spliff sent

But yo, I spoke as if the riff meant no

And I'm sayin though, hon

I pleaded I needed bonin' history

To crack the mystery why this nigga was fumin'

Speakin of my tomb, and she said "Please,

Don't even stress shit

That's like the average call boy that I mess with

And I guess with bein' ghetto Aphrodite

Have your mighty wanna-be-mack-niggas stress the clitoris."

So I considered this but also thought of his proposal

[Chorus x2]

Brothas on some ill shit, kill shit, comin' out they face

("Next time I see you I'ma kill you" and was jetty)

I'm home back, I feel the dome pound I ponder the yonder

Because the jaws of money on my swanson imitated Bronson

But fuck a death wish, all that murderous conversin

Could never have my person cruisin' in a hearse

Instead of on this uptown number 2

Still I mustn't slumber, who knows the foe's mindstate

If his fakin's nathan, then I could be swayze on the strength

Cause at any length mad niggas see God and Santa Claus

Gassed to the tenth exponent

Fuck it I'll see, I'ma flex, don't it make sense

Heads now chillin' in the room, I load the jammie

Think about it for a second then I grab it

Cause yo, I'd rather have it, not need it

Then need it, and then not have it

You follow, I swallow ghetto pride for fearin' shit

Like honey said, "Don't stress it, just don't care

And hit the streets like Mr. hardrock"

But hardrocks become rock hard with rigormortis

And respect is the commandment the diving trigger taught us

When a dire nigga caught us off guard and scarred

Mental agony of all sorts, at least he made a handsome corpse

But me, I wants my wrinkles and my hairline while receding

Honey beeps me 911 the love bone's needed

Fuck it, I'm out...

[Chorus x2]

Yo, check it out, turned the corner to a block

Peoples was lookin wild rough

And I seen shorty with the mouth by DT's with handcuff

And gettin closer to her gate I figured that he wasn't bluffin'

The honey I was with is strictly bodybag stuffing

(Cause I'm sayin bye-bye...)

("Next time I see you I'ma kill you" and was jetty)