Kikdoe Lyrics – Boondox
Singer: Boondox
Title: Kikdoe
That’s when we pull the kikdoe
You better step the f#ck back [b#tch, I’m comin’ in
‘Cause I ain’t f#ckin’ around [Better open the door
Must want you head to f#ckin’ crack [Woo
b#tch don’t make me boot this f#cker down
Man, I’ve been thru it all, man
Oh yeah?
I told my b#tch, ha ha ha
I said, I ain’t playing, I work all day
Come home to this b#llsh#t you say
About we owe this and we owe that
But you still wanna hit that Donna Sacs
And get the bag that your girlfriend got
You sound like you wanna get shot
Instead I leave at the titty bar up
Come out and see that you tore my car up
[You wanna lock me out?] You better step the f#ck back
[I’m home, b#tch]’ Causе I ain’t f#ckin’ round
[I’m comin’ in] Must want you head to f#ckin’ crack
[Open the door] b#tch don’t makе me boot this f#cker down
That’s f#cked up, J [Yeah
You think you got it bad, though
At least your b#tch ain’t a sl#t
The devil came down to Georgia
Well I’m headed back towards the crib
‘Cause I know that witchy son of a b#tch
With a short time left to live
I heard she liked the fast life
But I ain’t figure for a sl#t
And if I catch her in the act
Oh boy, lemme tell you what
You know about all the rumors
And all the talks been goin’ round
I bet a 357 go to Hell or Heaven
I’ma put ’em both in the ground
Either two souls meetin’ Jesus
Or three into Satan’s grip
I really don’t give a f#ck how it all goes down
As long as two eat a hollow tip, ba-bang-bang
You better step the f#ck back [Open up
Cause I ain’t f#ckin’ around [b#tch, I ain’t playin’
You must want you head to f#ckin’ crack [Open the f#ckin’ do’
b#tch, don’t make me boot this f#cker down
This cheatin’-ass b#tch! [Damn
She’s about to get and she don’t even know it [Ha ha ha ha]
Shifted into fifth gear
With about forty up on the dash
Turned up this bottle of Jim Beam
While blastin’ some Johnny Cash
But I ain’t goin’ to Folsom Prison
Sure as f#ck won’t walk the line
In a ring of fire singin’ cocaine blues
Won’t ever serve a lick of time
Slidin’ up in the front yard
Took out the mailbox and half the grass
Scream out damn near top of my lungs
“b#tch I got somethin’ for that ass!”
One loaded in the chamber
Now I’m comin’ for ya, ho
Get ready for a County #ss kickin’, b#tch
We call it the Covington Georgia Kikdoe!
[Oh shit] You better step the f#ck back
[Bang] ‘Cause I ain’t f#ckin’ around
[b#tch, we ain’t playin’] Must want you head to f#ckin’ crack
[Open the f#ckin’ do’] b#tch don’t make me boot this f#cker down
The only thing between you and gettin’ that #ss whipped on is the motherf#ckin’ door. Say goodbye to the door
Ha ha, bye!
Pow!
Good bye, b#tch
Pow!
On second thought, f#ck you, b#tch. You can stay in there. You ugly anyway
Hey, pssh, come here, man. What you need? sh#t, I got, ,, morphine,, ,, ,, , her#in, sh#t Advil?
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