| RAT BASTARD (What the Fuck Mix) |
| L. Fernandez, V. Padilla, P. Nash Produced by the Beat Nuts Recorded and Mixed by Adam Gazzola & Rich Keller at Rampant Recording Studios, NY, NY Performed by Pete Nice Contains samples of the following: Unknown |
| Verse 1 |
| I hear you puff and swig on a bottle rolled on your ho now she's a role model I hit ya up, mix ya up in my decks of cards cutting the deck yeah, but times is hard diggedy you remember the night that I met cha? I dismembered your limbs and fed cha apple sauce, pork chops, and beans no cigarettes, know what I means wind it up, wind it up on the binge you're readin my lips on a lunatic fringe hinges swing, so I swing my cleaver straight for the crotch, I leave it to the beaver Latoya, I'm leaving ya on the next plane sorry I left the ice pick in your brain work and no play makes Jack dull, give Jack steel and it's a nine to the skull red-a red -a redrum, a redrum you run Rich, bring em back (scratch) get some Of this, blow, make a wish If you're dead and you know it, the body bag drips |
| Verse 2 |
| Mr. sick man sicko with the cell sickle, kids on new knew jimmy had a nickel stuck him with the stub nose boom he blew chunks Monks in the monastery bald with the razor bunks ripped the track the dirty rat on maneuvers duck side sucking up your souls like Hoovers no I ain't recipient of suction you can keep your bucks in I send you up the river like Huck Finn and then I feed you salami wash it down with Old E then you got boloney hard like arithmetic the psychopathic sticks ya I got tricks up my sleeve I'm gonna fix ya got ya slum but I gotta name man like this, Dana Dane strap on the straight jacket insane jimmy cracked corn corn and I don't don't care if I cracked your skull and touched your head would you stare? found like a pigeon, better tuck your kids in sweet dreams I made you like record solution riddle me a riddle Mr. joker give me Al Roker, the forecast lie and I'm a smoke ya |
| Verse 3 |
| I bring the bats in my belfry, you on your knees some want my g's, please, baby, please prostitute yourself for the liznoot give up the bizznoot, then let em shoot if I was a rich man, then I'd dick you if I was a derelict, then I'd stick you Mister Softie, you don't even know me is that shit in your pants? (Oh man, oh man) fear in heart, shit on yourself your shit is wack, your shit stays on the shelf I make ya an offer you can't but refuse it shoes in cement, I do ya, you lose it The Rat Bastard, that's what they call me The Rat Bastard don't give a fuck, blow me up like a platinum act that know how to act no gas face, just hear the heads crack you say, "Don't - don't hurt me again" you shoulda brought an automatic weapon, my man Pop Goes the Weasel, I stuff you in a trunk of a Cutlass Supreme to the river, and the end of the scheme |