Letras:
Meat Shits I Shit On Your Grave

You fucked me over You stupid fucking bitch... die! Chop off your head, And chop off your tits... slut! You broke my heart - Now you are fucking dead

: [Layzie] Creepin' up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hood Smoke, and I choke, and I creep on a come up Niggas be tryin run up, but I bust, and

from Tallahassee, to Compton Biggie Smalls on a higher plane Niggaz say I'm strange deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain Make your shit splatter

them But I heard these Niggas is like suppose to be lockin down The industry on some shit, on some power shit Dog that's my mans and them Eh So what I

Creepin' up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hood Smoke and I choke, and I creep on a come up Niggas be tryin' run up but I bust, and they drop

life spit on And kicked and hit with shit, every time i sung Like r kelly as soon as "bump n' grind" comes on More pain inside o' my brain, in the eyes

your ass I'm ready As I grab the glock, put it to your headpiece One in the chamber, the safety is off release Straight at your dome homes, I wanna

legit I'm havin' fits, I dreamed of eatin' bloody pussy clit's since I was six I fiend for a dead pussy on dick, I gotta skits Meanin' I don't give

till I'm dead Pitch black, catch a heart attack, like Fred I paint the whole town red Hunt my foes till they casket close, spit on they grave, fuck they