Hands - Crystal Gayle

Imma put hands on em put hands one em if he fuck with me

Imma put hands hands hands hands on em for a buck fifty

Imma put hands on em for interrupting me

Put hands on em i dont trust em see

Put hands on em put hands em if he fuck with me

I make em beg for they life

It doesnt matter the price

Mad as a hatter beat they ass to saturn

I dont gotta tell them twice

They call me rapper but that ain’t the truth

I do this for fun when i hop in the booth

Get outta my face if i do not know you

Unless you like eating up hospital food

(hook)

Got em eating through a straw

Fuck em all

Imma rise above bourgeois

And deck them halls

Catch me robbing niggas like jesse james im a one man team rocket

Imma merk a nigga like music put his college funds in my pocket

Bitch im more raw than skinned kneecaps on the blacktop

More raw than my own dick when i watch porn at 3 am on my laptop

Imma do you like majima goro when im done you finna be a cyclops

Got violent thoughts inside my brain like happymeal i need a detox

(Hook)

(Verse 3 MC Prophet)

I’ma put hands on em if he fuck with me

I’ma put hands on em if he fuckin me

I’ma put hands on em if his bands on em and I steal his bitch and she run with

me

I fuck midgets

I fuck bitches

On the craft I kill the witches

I find moms and get the digits

Taste my nut lil bitch you lick it

I got

Too many too many fans ay

Too many too many bands ay

Curb stomp yo ass with my vans ay

Throwin yo corpse in my van ay

Then I’m fuckin on yo body

I kill all the squeakers in the halo lobby

They soundin just like baby voice carti

I’m fuckin Cortona then I pray to Ghandi