Prime Minister Pete Nice & Daddy Rich - Rat Bastard Lyrics
f/ Psycho Les(You dirty, rotten, rat bastardCome on up face to faceAnd I'll meet you at the barHey!I'll cut your belly upYou dirty, rotten, rat bastard)(You dirty, rotten, rat bastard)(You dirty, rotten, rat bastard)(It rubs the lotion on its skin and does whatever it's told)(Rubs the lotion on the skin[ ] gets the hoes again)(What you *****in want))(Mutha*****a duck)[ VERSE 1 ][I hear] you puff and swig on a bottleRode on your hoe, now she's a role modelI hit ya up, mix ya up in my decks of cards[ ] the deck [ ] times is hardDiggedy you remember the night that I met cha?I dismembered your limbs and fed chaApple sauce, pork chops, and beansNo cigarettes, know what I mean?Wind it up, wind it up on the bingeYou're readin my lips on a lunatic fringeHinges swing, so I swing my cleaverStraight for the crotch, I leave ya to the beaverLatoya, I'm leaving ya on the next planeSorry I left the ice pick in your brainWork and no play [ ]New jacks steal, and it's a nine to the skullRed-red-redbone, redbone, you runRich, bring em back ([ ]) get someOf this, blow, make a wishIf you're dead and you know it, the body bag drips(Now you don't know what pain is)[ VERSE 2: Psycho Les ]The wiggedy-wicked Psycho runnin through the woodsStickin up picnics, and robbin all goodsPrrr - stick em, hah, nobody moveI got a ten inch blade, check it out, it cut smoothSmooth - yo, I don't get upsetI dig a hole in your stomach, pull it out, then I jetBack and goin way back like a blessinPsycho Les on the loose passinThrough your turf, knockin ducks off the earthThey got nerve, *****in shit is what they're worthYo, I'm *****in [ ] from each burroughSince I'm not Annie, don't expect me to love you tomorrowI shot my bow and arrow through hearts and buttCaught your girl, I knocked her Doc Martins off(Iaah) that's all you heardDonkey style's the style she preferredAfter I nut, she called her friends ([ ])Came to my hut and tried to gas me for monthsThree buffalo gals I kicked round the outsideMy mama said [ ] three buffalo heads I flied[ VERSE 3 ]I bring the bats in my belt, [ ] you on your kneesSome want my g's, please, baby, pleaseProstitute yourself for the liznootGive up the bizznoot, then let em shootIf i was a rich man, then I'd dick youIf i was a derelict, then I'd stick youMister Softie, you don't even know meIs that shit in your pants? (Oh man, oh man)Fear in heart, shit on yourselfYour shit is wack, your shit stays on the shelfI make ya an offer you can't but refuse itShoes in cement, I do ya, you lose itThe Rat Bastard, that's what they call meThe Rat Bastard don't give a *****, blow meUp like a platinum act that know how to actNo gas face, just hear the heads crackYou say, "Don't - don't hurt me again"You shoulda brought an automatic weapon, my manPop goes the weasel, I stuff you in a trunk of a Cutlass SupremeTo the river, and the end of the scheme
