THE BOSS HOG BARBARIANS - Cocksucka lyrics

[J-Zone:]

Get those ballls, out of yer jawwws

{"Cocksucker!"}

Yo

I'd like to take this time to thank y'all for that J-Zone hatred

All that critical acclaim shit, I ain't think that I could make it

Critics, and hip-hop purists give me crap

They want "Bottle of Whup Ass" I gave 'em Boss Hog rap

Fickle fans I can't funk with y'all

Rather have your lil' sister play a flute solo on my balls!

And they say life's a bitch, that never takes her clothes off

So I'm quick to feed her a dickwich and a side order of coleslaw

[Celph Titled:]

You know I'm laughin when I hear Celph Titled can't rap for nothin

And you right cause if I'm spittin it's at least 3500

And that's, per bar, by far as real as it gets

So spread rumors, talk shit, see the limp I walk with bitch?

They got a problem when I spit usin these raw words

But I'm a Hog 'til I die, out my mind, I'm absurd

I prefer you come see me you got a problem with it

Cocksucker I'm a glock buster with clips for the critics, sheeeit

{"Watch it cocksucker!"}

[J-Zone:]

And I love it when y'all say I fell off {"Cocksucker"} yup

Regression's my middle name now suck a dick or cut a check

But even when I'm 84, boy my dick will still stretch

from Hong Kong to Hollis and my wife'll be in college

19 and sexy and a real {"Cocksucker"}

Like my ex did for me but when she serviced other brothers

I learned, you can't trust a hoeslaw

So for now all I let that bitch touch is this dick and that door

[Celph Titled:]

Now back home they all be lovin me so fuck a {"Cocksucker"}

Who talkin shit about Tampa, we'll put a gun to your mother

And fuck her raw with no rubbers so cold hug a {"Cocksucker"}

Let her know that you love her, peep where I skeeted on the sofa cover

It ain't over slugger, I love the speculations

on my confrontations yes I've been stompin faces we mobbin haters

Made more cash off rap than you can imagine {"Cocksucker"}

And me and Zone got the best coats at dog show pageants

Cocksucker

{"Cocksucker!"}

{"Cocksucker"}

[J-Zone nursery rhyme:]

Hoe, hoe, hoe you bitch, quickly down the track

Pimpin and pimpin and pimpin and pimpin, it's time to get my cash

[cash register sound]