Rage Lyrics by That Mexican OT
Zack de la Rocha in this bitch ’cause I be ragin’ wit’ a machine
Sippin’ drank inside the octagon, one-two, one-two, then I lean
The two-two, three punch out his spleen, this pressure make it hard to breathe
Kick him right up inside in his kidney and make him see blood when he pee
I’m the devil in all blue, collect the fools, collateral damage when I make a move
My lil’ homies didn’t finish school, but gettin’ money like doctors do
Bust your head open like a panoramic
When it’s time to be gangsta, you better not panic
Walk around wit’ my nuts out, you like it’s a hammock
Man, fuck OT, but boy, he jammin’
I know what these bitches like
Make noise if that pussy tight
I know how to hit it right
Don’t play, you can find out tonight
Beat pussy like Dolemite, bitch, give me a show tonight
Lil’ ho, it’s a privilege to suck this dick, so you better hold it right
Put ’em up there wit’ them birds, big caliber, that’s what I serve
Jumped in the hoopty, then made a swerve, and left them there bitin’ the curb
Supreme chinchilla in the winter, codeine and lobster for my dinner
Lookin’ like he fell right outta Heaven, but suck dick just like a sinner
Playin’ like you P, I know you tender, baby, come fuck wit’ a winner
Put me in the jungle, I became the king, I’m hard-bodied like Simba
These diamonds colder than December, I know real, you unfamiliar
Made out the mud like a Defender, sittin’ so low, I scrape the fender
Cadillac car like caterpillars, fresh to death just like Ben Stiller
Watch out, ho, I might just steal her and then beat it like I’m Thriller
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Pull it out, she suckin’ and I’m bustin’ like a Glock 9
Met a bitch named Katy, and I took her to the Southside
