mama's house
Singer: banner, david
one of the most phenominal feats of all time
frekaznatcha
alabama
mississippi
david banner hoe
let's take this shit to his mama's house
his mama's house
let's take this shit to his mama's house
his mama's house
pull that bitch out in the yard
slap that hoe in the face
pull that bitch out in the yard
slap that hoe in the face
hoe i ain't got respect
i'm comin' straight to ya crib
drag you out in the yard
run a shank through ya ribs
i said boy
dirty
dirty boy
what you think that these bullets and guns is made for?
bustin' on a bitch
ditches is where it lye
bullets fly through the air
tell them crackers to die
i'm the trillest
clack-up
peel-it
dumpin' slugs til' you feel us
banner
frekaznatcha
ridin' until you kill us
fuck it and if we die tell mama never to cry
i'm comin' back like jason
bumpin' that playa fly"