Kikdoe (feat. Violent J) - Boondox

Bitch don’t make me boot this fucker down

[Post-Chorus: Violent J,

Boondox

Man, I’ve been thru it all, man

Oh yeah?

I told my bitch, ha ha ha

I said, I ain’t playing, I work all day

Come home to this bullshit you say

About we owe this and we owe that

But you still wanna hit that Donna Sacs

And get the bag that your girlfriend got

You sound like you wanna get shot

Instead I leave at the titty bar up

Come out and see that you tore my car up

(You wanna lock me out?) You better step the fuck back

(I'm home, bitch)' Caus I ain’t fuckin' round

(I'm comin' in) Must want you head to fuckin' crack

(Open the door) Bitch don’t mak me boot this fucker down

[Post-Chorus: Boondox &

Violent J

That’s fucked up, J (

Yeah

You think you got it bad, though

At least your bitch ain’t a slut

The devil came down to Georgia

Well I’m headed back towards the crib

'Cause I know that witchy son of a bitch

With a short time left to live

I heard she liked the fast life

But I ain’t figure for a slut

And if I catch her in the act

Oh boy, lemme tell you what

You know about all the rumors

And all the talks been goin' round

I bet a 357 go to Hell or Heaven

I’ma put 'em both in the ground

Either two souls meetin' Jesus

Or three into Satan’s grip

I really don’t give a fuck how it all goes down

As long as two eat a hollow tip, ba-bang-bang

You better step the fuck back (Open up)

Cause I ain’t fuckin' around (Bitch, I ain’t playin')

You must want you head to fuckin' crack (Open the fuckin' do')

Bitch, don’t make me boot this fucker down

[Post-Chorus: Boondox &

Violent J

This cheatin'-ass bitch!

(

Damn

She’s about to get and she don’t even know it (

Ha ha ha ha

Shifted into fifth gear

With about forty up on the dash

Turned up this bottle of Jim Beam

While blastin' some Johnny Cash

But I ain’t goin' to Folsom Prison

Sure as fuck won’t walk the line

In a ring of fire singin' cocaine blues

Won’t ever serve a lick of time

Slidin' up in the front yard

Took out the mailbox and half the grass

Scream out damn near top of my lungs

«Bitch I got somethin' for that ass!»

One loaded in the chamber

Now I’m comin' for ya, ho

Get ready for a County ass kickin', bitch

We call it the Covington Georgia Kikdoe!

(Oh shit) You better step the fuck back

(Bang) 'Cause I ain’t fuckin' around

(Bitch, we ain’t playin') Must want you head to fuckin' crack

(Open the fuckin' do') Bitch don’t make me boot this fucker down

[Outro: Boondox &

Violent J

The only thing between you and gettin' that ass whipped on is the motherfuckin'

door.

Say goodbye to the door

Ha ha, bye!

Pow!

Good bye, bitch

Pow!

On second thought, fuck you, bitch.

You can stay in there.

You ugly anyway

Hey, pssh, come here, man.

What you need?

Shit, I got, ,, morphine,, ,, ,,

, heroin, shit Advil?