Lyrics Kevin Rudolf

Kevin Rudolf

Spit in Your Face

Uh, Straight off the back

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 crackle

And snap back and battle my own shadow cause y'all wack and all that

Bullshit ya talkin' startin' to get funky

Toss me the chunky, I'm a brew these punkies

Stir I'm from the block where u 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 an 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 suc-ceed

Yeah, yeah, and this is how victory tastes

So I'm a spit in ya face!

Kevin!

R: Singing ay yo ooh oh (oh)

Ay yo ooh (ay)

Ay yo ooh oh

(So I'm a spit in your face)

Singing ay yo ooh oh (ooh)

Ay yo ooh (ay)

Ay yo ooh oh

(So I'ma 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 gone

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'm a swisher man

8 in the mornin' you bouta get found by a fisherman

Yea, you guys is bitches, little girls

And Mr. Smith and Weston wanna kiss ya pussy pearl

Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire at the devil

And I do whatever for the root of all evil

Gold, silver, bronze, no try the black metal

Turn yo mutherfuckin' flowers to feathers now fly to heaven

Kevin!

R:

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 don't get sun, you just get it soon

Turn your I.D. to a tomb

Goons are us, the foods 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'm a spit in your face

Yeah, I'm a, so I'm a spit in your face, yeah

Singing ay yo ooh oh

Ay yo ooh

Ay yo ooh oh

(Ay yo ooh oh)

(Ooh, I'm a spit in your face)