Return Of The Corpse Lyrics

[Intro: Raymond Turner & Ice Cube]
f*ck you, man! f*ck you!
Turn your punk-ass over!
Oh, we got a problem here?
We got a problem here? We got a problem, nigga?

[Verse 1]
Dog pound pit, you poodle bitches cannot f*ck with me
Pull up with the stick, I'll make you limbo, you not duckin' me
Hollow tips just dumpin', f*ckin' up suckas, I guarantee
Hangin' out the window of my bucket, let my choppa sing
Knock a p*ssy down, make that bitch nigga go kiss the floor
Walk up to the pit, I came to break jaws and throw these bows
Lay it down, before I run up in your shit and kick your door
Stepping all on water, call me Young Rami, Lil' Pistol Cristo
Resurrect him from the dead, red dot pointed at your head
Makin' any sudden movements, thеn I'll fill you up with lead
12-gauge sawed-off, I lovе the way that motherf*cker spread
Bitch, your time has come, so it's time to pay the reaper's debt [Bridge: Ice Cube]
Oh, we got a problem here?
We got a problem here? We got a problem, nigga?

[Verse 2]
G-L-O-C-K, take it out my waist, begin to play
Cock it back and meet your fate then turn your f*ckin' body grey
Layin' stiff in blood and shit, the Undertaker fills your grave
Rest in peace, you p*ssy boy, I'm pissin' where your carcass lays
I must confess, I find content takin' your final breath
One up in the chamber, on the creep, with anna on my chest
Keep them bustas runnin', 'cause Gorilla's not the one to test
Voices in my head tell me they hunger for some f*ckin' flesh
I'm comin' in huntin' with my demons on my payroll
Now put your guns up in the air and let that motherf*cker blow
I'm sendin' these shots and give these motherf*ckers halos
Send you straight up to heaven, ain't no return where your bitch ass go

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