Hard Head
(Chorus: Evil Pimp)
Hard head, Bullet lead, Bitch I'll send you to the med
(Repeats multiple times)
(Verse 1: Evil Pimp)
Mane, I'm sick of all these rumors
Spreading my name just like some tumors
Never hang with Evil Pimp so mane, I find that shit so humorless, Make a stang, Stang on a lame
Come and run up to this thang
And find the Christ light from this stang
Rub you weaklings off, Off the map
Shoot your Mammy with your Gat
Oh it's me, E to the P, Never been known to show no slack
I never met a trick I liked
Never met a nigga I'd shoot on sight
For now, Beat you down to the ground
Better pack a pistol because I will clown
This Devil shit that I spit, Hate on it, I'll blast you hoe
Evil Pimp is the pimp walking with a gangsta limp, I'm a trip, Never see the ever nine blow
Take your life, Won't think twice
Never been to church cause I ain't nice
Mane I roll, 3-8-0, Get off my fucking nuts or you're cold as ice
Creeping peeling killing squealing, Watch your back, It's so unfeeling, Got the mask, Point the Gat, Got you busta broke ass kneeling
Praying saying spare your ass
Nigga shut the fuck up, Hand your cap
Hard head, Bullet lead, Bitch I'll send you to the med
{Chorus: Evil Pimp}
{Verse 2: Killa Queen}
Creep in your deep sleep, Coming like the Grim Reap
That's the fate, So behave, Fear to come inside the blade
Fucking with the voodoo, Got me going cuckoo, Pull this Gat, On your ass, Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat bitch, Fag, If you come around, I'm dropping you down to the ground with the pound with the tip that will kill, Cock it back, Make 'em peel with a wound, Up the hills, Hope you're smoking something on the psycho bitch Killa Queen, Kill a bitch on your ass with the Pimp, Pretty eyes with the tears, Drop you in the dirt, From this thug in a skirt, Check your pulse when it burns, When it hit, Gonna hurt, Shoot the church from this curse, Leave your body in a hearse
Throw your Gat, Pull it fast, Quick before I shoot you first
Shoot you in your chest, You done fucked with the best
I can have another down man waiting on the bed
If the task goes bad, Then you've stepped on flash
I suggest you don't mess, Or don't stress, Stay on track
Creeping with the Mac-10 and the Gat that is on my side
Fucking with the Killa Queen, I'll come at you with evil eyes
Hard head, Now you're dead, Got you choking bleeding wet
Put you in that trauma from that drama that is what I said
{End of the Song}