New Orleans Maniac Lyrics

This is the archetypal rock sound....

ok this really ain't no rock shit, but uhm, ahem, ah, LET'S GO!
HOLLYGROVE MONSTER NEW ORLEANS MANIAC
SHOOT A NIGGA UP UNTIL HIS WHOLE BODY AIN'T ATTACHED

Hi, my name is best rapper alive
And your mouth is the best crapper alive
Cuz you talk shit, I get hit and walk it off
Like f*ck that, then I just spit like barking dogs
Call it bust back, attitude like f*ck em all
And I'm greezy and your boyfriend is a butterball
What's geezy, I mean what's good, bitch is you blind
Check my watch bet it be money all the time
Sunny on the side where I stay at
Where MIA at?
I get p*ssy every time I say that
In the game room, I don't play that
Bitch nigga get laid down where he lay at
AK at your front doh
Young Zo
You can ask Brisco
Shoot til my wrist soh Coupe wit a bitch low
Who put the slickpull
I'm tired of the south, so in your mouth is where the dick go
Yeahh........
They like it when I say yeah huh
And your boyfriend's a tampon
And I don't own land baby
I own the land mines
So step on my land baby and catch a bomb like Anquan
Weezy F. and the F is for franchise
You lookin at me is like you're lookin through ant eyes
Young Money can't die, bitch we like Hancock
Yeah I'm a Martian watchu sayin Spock
I turn your beef into a ham hot
Then I put it in a pan pot
Shoot til my hand hot
I can't hear you sayin stop
I hear Nina sayin pop
I hear choppers sayin chop
I hear niggas screamin and shit
Like I said holla at ya boy bitch
But holla at ya boy bitch
I'm the boy bitch
Not ya boy bitch
Cuz ya boy a Bitch!

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