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Das Ich - Who Wanna Flex? lyrics
I sell fake dope, it don't even work
 Smoke you at 8:00 and won't even twirk
 I shoot prostitutes like plastic ducks
 Buck, buck, ping! I gives no fucks
 Had me a girlfriend and blew her head off
 I'm like an underground water-main, I gotta let off(boom)
 Bend enemies knees the wrong way
 Kick'em in the ass, watch'em crawl all day
 I shot...damn...oh
 Put a little aids up in....drawers
 Then I produce like Superman
 Come out asshole naked with my dick in hand
 I use cocaine like Kool-Aid mix
 Matter of fact y'all I could use a fix
 (Slurp sound) Bitch, you like that hoe?
 Now drop to your knees and blow, and who wanna flex?
 [Chorus]
 Who wanna flex wit' this Killa
 Big wheela', Dope man, Dope deela'?
 Who wanna flex wit' this Killa
 Cap peela', Killa', really, really, really, really? {*2X*}
 I'm gangsta, like Tweety Bird Loc (*bird whistle*)
 Fuck around and get your little bird neck broke
 Wait behind fast foods, strapped to kill
 Hole in your head for that happy meal
 Break in your house, and I jump attack (c'mon)
 Get the sledge hammer and I thump yo back
 to make my scratch I let bullets fly
 Cuz' i'm crooked, like Robert Gibsons eye
 You can't see me like tinted glass
 Fuck yo woman and kick yo ass
 A fucked up hand life dealt me outDas Ich - Who Wanna Flex? - http://motolyrics.com/das-ich/who-wanna-flex-lyrics.html
 So sick Jerry Lewis couldn't help me out
 Everything to lose notta thing to gain
 Waitin' in your backseat, I bring the pain
 Now your laid up like Eminems rap career
 Dead in a year, now who wanna flex?
[Chorus]
 I'll beat'chyo ass like Butterbean 
 Spend my time in the gutter man
 Hatchet in-hand wit' the blackest truck
 Your like the L.A. Clippers, you fuckin' suck
 Smack ol' ladies out they rockin' chair
 Walk this earth withoutta damn care
 Jack your car and then run you down
 With you next to your grand daddy underground
 Deck yo bitch-ass, again and again
 'Til Yo face swells up like Don Choleons chin
 Wave my flag as I walk your streets
 Cuz' your wack, like No Limits beats
 Hang out the window chuckin' hand grenades
 Got the flame thrower for them morning raids
 Stole a space shuttle so I can do a drive-by on the whole planet
 Damnit, who wanna flex?
[Chorus 4X]
 "Who wanna flex wit' this Killa
 Cap peela, dopeman, dope deela?
 Who wanna flex wit' this killa, 
 really, really, really, where you at? Rydas, 
 who wanna flex? who wanna flex wit' this killa? Y2 fuck you! 
 Psychopathic...Rydas...4-ever and a day...runnin' wit' a hatchet"








