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(feat Smooth The Hustler)
I
am
an
officer
of
the
law,
and
uh
by
all
rights
I
could
uh..
Fuck
off
You
should
watch
your
mouth
little
girl
AHHHHH
Chorus:
We like to welcome you all to club hater
Where hustlers, bitches, and thugs they all hate ya
When players floss, they false and toss paper
Where your people are fake, and they might snake ya
We like to welcome you all to club hater
But we ainât sweating it, our moves are major
Letâs get this party poppinâ, letâs get them titties shaking
Make sure the shit we sayinâ keep the city hatinâ
[Verse 1 - Diabolic:]
Yeah, yeah, club hater, where thugs hate ya if you touch paper
Where yâall are bound to get stuck like we duct taped ya
Where cats who tuck razors are much safer
While I recline and find a dime to fuck later
Models clock watching the bottles you got poppinâ
You not knockinâ to hustle bitch so stop plottinâ
Start knob slobbing and get me off like John Cochran
âTil some hater gets his jaw rawked for cock blockinâ
Itâs not stoppinâ, sip 80 proof Grey Goose
âTill I fall out like a baby tooth came loose
It may be true, weâll take loops from crooks who kill ya
Real recognize real and you donât look familiar
Takinâ shots of liquor, some vodka mixture
Late night, when snakes bite, and plot to hit ya
You got the picture, in the cut smoking a L
Ladies free all night, doors open at 12
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Smoothe Da Hustler:]
Youâre the shit if youâre there, dipped in the ware, itâs tension here
Sniff the air, smell a stench in the gear
Bitch in your ear, her fist in your rear
Adjusting your vision to witness a slip in your gear and disappear
We bury men, hitting more licks than lesbians
Sleep, we give you more nightmares than Freddy
The shiest talkers, life talkers who strike offers
After the club, we home, run hoes, we night hawkers
We ice flossers, and dice tossers, we like corners
We club hop with drug blocks they ride for us
What you bugginâ for coming in the door, front and hugginâ the wall
Beefinâ, why you think I carry the oven for?
Reaching to half bake one of yâall, some of yâall want it raw
You carry the battle, Iâm tugginâ the war
Come aboard, Iâm comfy, try not bugging me
Guyâs died ugly for eye fucking me, he was cockeye ?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
[Smoothe Da Hustler]
Look there ainât no dress code, expect hoes to be dressed in less clothes
Hate growing like escrow
Heck no, you canât get my John Hancock
Iâm in the john, hand on my cock in a fanâs twat
Hustlerâs creep, scheming on something to eat
âCause a customer leave with some hustler up the street
The flame from the snub laid him dead under the sheets
So the name of the club changes every couple of weeks
[Diabolic]
Trouble and beef, will scuffle âtil my knuckles are beat
I wonât stop âtil I knock out a bunch of your teeth
Surrounded by cut-throats, drowned in the Dutch smoke
Burning haze âtil every clown in the club choke
The top recruit, in hot pursuit if youâve got the loot
With some prostitute in the bathroom knockinâ boots
Ready for war, cock and shoot, the same soldiers
Diabolic and Smoothe Da Hustler, the gameâs over
[Chorus]
Because
I
donât
like
nothing
in
the
first
place,
and
I
donât
like
you
- Album:
- Fightin Words
- Liar & A Thief
- The Foul Play Mixtape
- Vengeance Ascending
- Overload 2: A Tribute To Metallica (Various Artists)
- Subterraneal Magnitude
- Excisions Of Exorcisms
- Chaos In Hell (EP)
- Miscellaneous
- Liar and a Thief
- Foul Play Mixtape
- Supreme Evil
- Infinity Through Purification
- Metal for the Masses, Volume 2
- Destruction of the Heavenly Realms, Volume V
- In the Eyes of Death IV
- Overload 2 - Tribute to Metallica
- Destruction of the Heavenly Realms, Vol. V
- Total Overload: Tribute to Metallica - 2 CD Set
- Destruction of the Heavenly Realms, Volume VI