Who Wanna Flex Lyrics

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

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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"

Insane Clown Posse Who Wanna Flex