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fresh violet - natural born killers lyrics
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natural born k!llers lyrics
[intro]
fresh violet: alright man, are you ready?
mr. ruckman: you ready? you sure you want to do this?
fresh violet: yeah, f-ck yeah
mr. ruckman: no turning back
fresh violet: yeah, nah, man, we gotta…. f-ck yeah.. alright… he’s always on this corner… sooo
mr. ruckman: true
fresh violet: alright we’ll park here
mr. ruckman: yoyoyo slow down, is that him?
fresh violet: heheyeeep!
[verse 1]
fresh violet: yo ruck, turn it down it’s a stakeout
hey look there’s the trash we gotta take out
move swiftly, wait till the deals done
sneak up behind with a bat and the gat we brung
tap tap on the back fat, that’s that
dumb face shocked when the bat go smack smack
flash back to the night you tried to tap that
shoulda never crossed my path like a black cat
dull thud as you fall to the pavement
gaffer tape ya mouth save your screams for the bas-m-nt
still can’t believe what a loser you are
as i try to stuff you into the boot of my car
rrr, sh-t! he won’t fit dirty bong rat
break a few bones gonna make him more compact
right, that’s it now onto the mission
pedal to the floor we gotta get out next victim
[chorus: fresh violet & mr. ruckman]
you f-cking with me
you f-cking with ruckman and v?
we more than a couple of rugged mcs
get dumped in the beach wrapped up in your sheets
you f-cking with me
you f-cking with ruckman and v?
enough is enough we’re disrupting the peace
too late for your sorrys you’ve summoned a beast
[verse 2: mr. ruckman]
yo violet, quiet, this is the dude’s place
pull up beside it, how we getting past the huge gates (fresh violet: climb it) true
you make room in the boot sp-ce
wired. pulling a piece from out my suitcase
i’ve an uzi, with a ghost face k!ller mask on
i inspired the movie
i creep up quiet and smoothly
and see him sipping wine with a floozy
inside a jacuzzi
man this guys’ life must be cruisey
little rich boy well tonight he’s gonna die
with his groupie
bust a cap right in her booty
on second thoughts i won’t k!ll her violet will likely abuse me (fresh violet: yeeeeah)
plus i have my eye on this beauty
instead i’ll just tie her up loosely
old mates crying don’t shoot me
i’ll knock his -ss out stuff him in the trunk and light up a doobie
[chorus: fresh violet & mr. ruckman]
you f-cking with me
you f-cking with ruckman and v?
we more than a couple of rugged mcs
get dumped in the beach wrapped up in your sheets
you f-cking with me
you f-cking with ruckman and v?
enough is enough we’re disrupting the peace
too late for your sorrys you’ve summoned a beast
[verse 3]
mr. ruckman: yo violet, let’s tie up these punks to the seats
tape over the mouths to m-ffle their speech
you can take care of that drug dealer leech
little rich boy is mine now he’s mumbling ‘please’
i told you act up and get punched in the teeth
now you’re choking on blood and you’re struggling to breath
but don’t want you just yet deceased
i’ll take off your tape if you yell
then i’ll cut you capeesh
fresh violet: what’s the matter buddy think you look a little rattled
thought you really should be used to losing when you have to battle
all your frees are written, your writtens bitten
who the f-ck you kidding, s’like your choking when you’re spitting
think you can get away with all your slimy cr-p
but i’mma f-ck around and bring the 90s back
i’m a psychopath and tonight i’m gonna send ya
back to the trash like your mum did, brenda
mr. ruckman: let you go or what? i’ll turn your face to mince meat if you carry on like a f-cking pork chop
you know well i should have won the support slot
still i’ll be making to your show tonight but you’re not
i’ll leave your crowd howling
cos we’re natural born spitters
turning rappers to forfeiters
and now you should panic cos you’re finished
and that means no more tacky american accents and false image
fresh violet: step up to the plate like swing batter batter
hit him in the legs now that’s a lame rapper
wanna see blood spatter drop the baseball bat
they’re only gonna die once where’s the chainsaw at?
let’s cut them up small and get rid of the b-tch boys
we can drop them off to a laundry in fitzroy
let old buddy take care of the mess
next stop there’s a hut i say we gotta visit next
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