Coup - Piss On Your Grave Lyrics
(chorus)Uhhhh!!I wanna piss on your grave!Make me feel alright!Yaa yaa yaa!!(repeat)While you was eatinT-bone steaksIn palatial estates,Ornate with gates that automateSo those you hate could only spectate,I was kissing my mateThrough iron gratesWhile the guards wait,50 cent rate for making license plates.My papermate pen shakesVibrates from 808 quakesOver breaksDug outta cratesThat sag from weightOf the vinyl plates...Girls work till they back acheAnd their breasts cont lactateYoure laughin to the bankSmilin, showin all your plaque flakesContesting, contesting 1,2,3Never shoulda been put in the penitentiaryBoots from the coup would like to sayIll shove these foodstamps down your throatJust to block your airwayAnd thats the fair way cuz everydayYoure on a moola missionMilitary killin millions til you low on ammunitionBodies beyond recognitionTwisted complex positionsThen their kids work in your factoriesAnd die of malnutritionSee your net profit statsHold some murderous factsBut if you listen to the news you mightaHeard it was blacksYou got us herded in shacksI got the pertinent taxHow bout the one for when I bust my assAnd you relaxIll hit your head wit an axePlay soccer wit your brainTo make it officialSlice your jugular veinStill writin songs that my momma could sangAnd if you feel some yellow drips on your skullIt aint rain.(chorus)That ***** ass on the front of a buckNever gave a *****He forced his black women slavesTo give him dick sucksAnd when he bust a nutHed laugh and cackleLet the leather whip crackleSend em back to pick tobaccoShackledWouldnt give em nilSo his homies stacked billsFought on flatland and hillTo keep the british out the till, scrillKept washington dumpin em in ditchesSo slave owning son of a *****esCould keep their richesWhich is how the war got fundedWith two centuries of juiceFrom black slaves bodiesAnd the profits they producedYou could deduceThat these men might winFit right inAnd make rights thenJust for rich white menSo they quit fightinAnd wrote up a declarationProtective decorationFor their business operationsA gorilla pimpin nation, no freedom - just savageNow the whole worlds ravagedFrom their hunger for the cabbageYour fifth period history teacherTellin lies like a tweekerBump this song through the speakerWatch they face get weakerless they righteous and they kickin the factsThey gon smile cuz this shit is on waxOne thing I gots to askGeorge washington down in hell can you see me?Im standin on your graveAnd Im finsta take a pee-pee!Tour guide: excuse me sir, did you say you have to pee?Boots: nah, I said I love it here in d.c.Tour guide: well, anyway folks, continuing on with the tour.Were here at the arlington national cemetary.Behind all of you, right where the gentleman with the afro is standing,Is the grave of of americas first and greatest hero, our first president --Pants unzippingGeorge washingtonPiss hitting the groundOhh, uh-uhhhh.Cameras click(chorus)Knock knock mutha*****a, yes once againIll make you pay for your sinsIn the trunk o your benzSee youse an always fittedAlways acquittedParasitic leechCaint be burned off my backWit no fiery speechYour hands is soft as a peachCuz you aint never did workBeen rich ever sinceYour daddys dick went squirtHave you ever hurt from your back?Ducked from rat-a-tat-tats?Seen your mama on crack?Lived in a pontiac?Drank baby similacSo you could have protein?(just for enough energyTo hustle up some mo green? )I could paint some mo scenesVergin on the obsceneBut Id rather show up at your palaceWith a mob sceneI spoke to my accountantWho spoke to my attorneyWho counseled my financial advisorOn a gurneyIts about fifty dollarsAnd thats almost like a saleCuz it costs too damn muchTo let your rich ass inhaleTrue liberation aint no word in the headIm yellin murder em deadFor some fish, steak and breadYou pay me 10 gs a year,I pay you fifteen million huned? ? ?Sorry, you just aint in the budget...(chorus)
