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merkin' thru '02 - villebillies lyrics

[verse 1: demi]
see silky seven and the filthy dirty were drinkin’ bottles of james
and little sh-tty and the gang was boppin’ old wu-tang
mary jane was a lady who was ready to blow
and there was somethin’ in the water so we drank some mo’
so how’s it go, one
think i’d rather start with the two
chitty chitty bang bang woo!
i can take a hint
dollar for a cent
never had sh-t so i don’t need sh-t
dirty southern, all about the moonshine
good times fine pine in the cheap wine
villebillies not a crime it’s a mindframe
livin’ how we live for the love of the g-ngb-ng

[verse 2: tuck]
merkin’ thru
the dirty all
most people i know ain’t heard of ya’ll
just kick it on the motherf-ckin’ curb
watch how them real players swerve
we just kick back lay back bounce to the beat
throw a football in the middle of the street
sit up in your seat, don’t say a word
watch them villebillies overtakin’ the earth
for what it’s worth, i’m a good dude
don’t be f-ckin’ with me when i need my food
’cause i’m in a bad mood when i’m near my scr-ps
tell me what you can’t believe about a white boy that raps
eye for an eye, cheek for a cheek
bring it to’em raw when it’s beat for a beat
bring it to’em raw when it’s beat for a beat
bring it to’em raw when it’s beat for a beat

[verse 3: child]
tough with the talk
leap on the beat like a frog
you don’t want be barkin’ at the dog
hot for them raw
somethin’ in me gon’ evolve
dime pree need to read off
all that i am
soft like your footin’ in the sand
all them posts no plan
ooh godd-mn
they can’t hold me no more
chain links break hit the floor
cling clang cling
onomatopoeia in my verse
you don’t wanna drink with my thirst
eat with my hunger
guff hit the verse
certified murder when i merk
hot foot perch
caught in the door like lurch
you ain’t settin’ foot on the turf (turk!)
[? 1:38] of the earth
villebillies young yeah we older than dirt
villebillies young yeah we older than dirt
villebillies young yeah we older than dirt

[verse 4: 2b]
i lift up her skirt
smack her on the behind
talk with the flirt
yes she could be mine
work with the game if the game don’t work
then i change when the dang yeah break a few thangs
i scream with the speech don’t listen to reason
talkin’ is cheap, plus it’s the season
to reap on your foes
if your foes’ runnin’ their gums
merk on your foes if they heads is the blood of your knuck
tell a long road never knowin’ the outcome
i’m filthy with the steps i’m as dirty as south comes
you can’t be like me
i’m 2b guaranteed the sickest can be
i says you can’t be like me
i’m 2b guaranteed the sickest can be

- villebillies lyrics

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