HOOCHI COOCHI BOOMILINI
You fuck with Food Stamps?
I'll bet you'd even starve your own Gram & Gramps
They oughta round you bastards into death camps
And see just what you say
So have a holiday
I write it over and
You betta know this
They gonna learn the steps because I show this
I snap it like it's Twix
Hoochi Coochi Boomilini
Can you feel me?
Can you see me?
Hoochi Coochi Boomilini
Don't look now, you're gonna meet me
-Guitar solo-
You're proven no good
You didn't even try nor think you really should
To change your evil ways to even some good
We'll nail you in the ground
You won't hear any sound
You'll do it over
And you better get the gist or take a piss, because I'm honest
I'll lay it flat like that
Hoochi Coochi Boomilini
Can you feel me?
Can you see me?
Hoochi Coochi Boomilini
Don't look now, you're gonna meet me
-Guitar solo-
I'm in the schoolyard
I know I came here soft but I got so hard
Now all my niggas know me, call me Scotland Yard
I use a carbide tip
I got a mother-fuckin' grip
I'll send you on a little trip, so see ya
I'll just be me 'cause I wouldn't wanna be ya
You're on my shit list, Baby
Hoochi Coochi Boomilini
Don't look now, you're gonna meet me
Hoochi Coochi Boomilini
Can you feel me?
Can you see me?
It's all over by the time you fuckin' do
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