I Don't Owe U Shit

Yeah, this goes out to all them niggaz who bit my shit in '93, and still think I owe em sumthin, check it out ya'll

Eat a dick up, eat a dick up, eat a dick up

Eat a dick up, eat a dick up, eat a dick up

Eat a dick up motherfuckers

(I gotta let these niggaz know)

(maybe their just jealous from the dollars I'm makin)

I dont owe no nigga nothin but some feel like you so

Left yo ass alone like Robin Carusso

I can freak the styles like I motherfuckin want to

And if you wanna kill yourself, why dont you?

Thirteen ways now it's all in the news

Life after death which one do you choose

Of coarse, I feel no remorse for a sucka

And if you wanna die you's just a dead mothafucka

So pucka up and kiss my ass for me

My shot gun said blast for me

Blasphemy is what I'm speakin

Freakin my technique and wreckin the set

With a tech you get wet, upset

I shit, wreck the whole skit

Just like Bobbit cuttin off dicks in the mix

Fuck them tricks like in them flix

I burn that ass like a Bic

'cause I dont owe you shit

Eat a dick up, eat a dick up, eat a dick up

Eat a dick up, eat a dick up, eat a dick up

Eat a dick up motherfuckers

(I gotta let these niggaz know)

(maybe their just jealous from the dollars I'm makin)

I dont owe you no nothin like I said once befoe and

Niggaz like yourself best to act like you know and

Oh man, I fucked your ho and

Left some semen in demon like the O'man

Yo man dont, even try that shit

With the Unholy black devil niggaz cant get with

I fuck up shit just like this 'cause

This is for the suicidalist's

Dont miss if I bust a cap at your cranium

Russian Roulette who let me explain it um

Death aint nothin but life without the Bible

Oh dont let me go and get my fuckin rifle

I'll go get my 12gauge and bust one

Slug in your head in god you trust son

I dont like the reverand when I state

Dont even pass the collection plate

'cause I dont owe you shit

Eat a dick up, eat a dick up, eat a dick up

Eat a dick up, eat a dick up, eat a dick up

Eat a dick up motherfuckers

(I gotta let these niggaz know)

(maybe their just jealous from the dollars I'm makin)

I dont owe you, but I know you

So you think, you can get inside my head like a shrink

But I'm down with the crew called N-A-T-A-S

And we burn up shit like David Coresh

Neva the less dont stress me, test me, or press me

Or the cops will have to come and arrest me

For kickin up dust, if I must I bust

In the nine four more niggaz I cant trust

So when you see me betta realize and recognize

That I cant be chastized

Open your eyes sucka, and see me just for what I am

A bad ass nigga who jams, god damn, BAM

Niggaz betta scram

I'm shootin up the joint like Yosemitte Sam

I am, not your regular nigga I will

Whip out the steel if you feel 'cause I dont owe you shit