Spit In My Face! (Instrumental) - W7N

Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad This is your fault And I don't need you anyway Stumble out the bathroom Stumble out your arms again She doing crank in the room with a noose and a Backwood The bitch still call me crazy, lil' ho, how does that work? She got the guest house jumpin' up with smoke out the attic You're right, I know we love to argue, let's get at it Wasted, sippin' on that liquor, you can taste it Girl, don't touch that drink, I know you laced it I don't know what to say except you're Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine You crush my heart and say it's nothing You broke me down, I kept on cutting I bleed for you and now I'm gushing I bleed for you, but you never cared Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad Fo' sho' Tell me give it up, I'll leave everyone in the cold All I wanna say, I'll do anything you can do Show me heroin, I'll shoot it through my motherfuckin' bones She doing crank in the room with a noose and a Backwood The bitch still call me crazy, lil' ho, how does that work? She got the guest house jumpin' up with smoke out the attic You're right, I know we love to argue, let's get at it You crush my heart and say it's nothing You broke me down, I kept on cutting I bleed for you and now I'm gushing I bleed for you, but you never cared Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad Spit in my face, my love, it won't phase me Spit in my face, my love, it won't change me Spit in my face, my love, I've gone crazy Spit in my face, my love, I've gone mad

Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh Ay, yo, oh Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh So I'mma spit in your face Uh, straight off the bat, I come Straight off my back with a gun like I'm in Iraq And in fact I attack and tackle and sack and crack And crack 'em and snap back and battle my own shadow 'Cause ya'll wack and all that Bullshit ya talkin', startin' to get funky Toss me the chunky, I'mma brew these punkies Stir, I'm from the block but you don't pass like a flunky We make a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey Yes, I want you to come around here with that plan, boy I'll shoot this motherfucker 'til I burn my hand, boy Bust up in the court and shoot the witness on the stand, boy This is my game, ask everybody in the stands, boy I'm all red, I'm on fire like a ant pile They put the clamp down if I put the stamp down You get the stampede, I make blood bleed You suck dick, I succeed Yeah, yeah, and this is how victory tastes So I'mma spit in ya face Kevin Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh Ay, yo, oh Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh So I'mma spit in your face Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh Ay, yo, oh Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh So I'mma spit in your face If this is a race, I ain't goin' for no pace I am goin' for your place, bow ya home, how ya gon' Fuck with me if I ain't fuckin' around 2 eyes to the sky, 10 toes touchin' the ground Bitch nigga, I am not your homeboy We are not from the same home, boy My Nina Baker bring your joy I'll destroy who ya employ I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy Y'all so backwards, I don't do Backwoods, I'mma swisher, man 8 in the mornin' your body get found by a fisherman Yeah, You guys is bitches, little girls And Mr. Smith & Wesson wanna kiss ya pussy pearl Tongue kiss an angel, spit fire at the devil And I do whatever for the root of all evil Gold, silver, bronze, no, try the black medal Turn your motherfuckin' flowers to feathers Now fly to heaven Kevin Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh Ay, yo, oh Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh So I'mma spit in your face Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh Ay, yo, oh Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh So I'mma spit in your face And crazy's what they callin' me but crazy isn't hardly what I am Try creatively retarded or amazingly rewarded Ain't no faith in me the hardest never crack, I'm crack I'm dope in Reynolds Wrap, now let's just hope you get it back Let's just hope that you get it And if I have anything to do with it, motherfucker, I did it Yeah, Young Tune, gorilla monsoon Mr. Martian will hang your ass from the moon 'Cause you'll get sun, you just get it soon Turn your I.D. to a tomb Goons are us, the food's for us We eat with our hands, no fork and spoon for us We will take the knives and we will take the wives And we won't take the jewelry but we will take the lives Yeah So I'mma spit in your face Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh Ay, yo, oh Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh So I'mma spit in your face Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh I'mma spit in your face