CK Won lyrics

[Intro]
Look y'all gotta get in f*ckin' line if you want to get served...
Put the money in her.... look I know y'all used to them bottles of that p*ss yellow...
You f*ck this we closin' sh*t out...

[Verse 1]
If I'm as ill when I'm makin' my arms achin'
Holdin' this baby over the roof when my Incubus CD skips...
My wrist slips, look over the edge and scored a b*tch
On the land of them flips man start handin me dames or clips
f*ck it - start squeezin' - shootin' mo'f*ckers for no reason
Am I buggin when I burst in flames after rubbin' - gasoline on my arms and chest and start huggin'
People in the precinct like cousins by the dozens when they question me I say where I wasn't
Pretty BM puttin holes in your civic out the window shermed up if you say I don't live it
sh*ts landin' your grills holdin' a divot large enough for a cow's femur to pivot
Or is it Chris Palko that's givin' these b*tches mouthfuls
Then it's thank you notes on their face with scalpels

[Hook]
CK won, if you see Cage run
Your dough b*tches I leave and tip y'all in ones
Out of dough you might wake up with a mouth full of c*m
And this ether rag to wipe with when I'm done

CK won yeah if it's CK run
Your pockets dawg you keep the lint and the crumbs
If you climb out the trunk be happy to see sun
Not get the f*ck back to work and get me some more funds
[Verse 2]
Now don't start gettin jumpy I'm happy to pump 3
Clips in your face then set out to leave the country
b*tch smack enabled the quick snack scoop out the twat and get whats left of the b*tch back
Eat later rap to heat haters pimp like I feed em feet first to gators
Skin grafts can't hide the brand and then rolled up here with your husband after my hands in it
Then send em home with three of my mans in it cuz I'm no prince like protective palm laminates
Think sh*ts silly now watch the nine milly - put this really dull b*tch brains all in the belly
That's fifty K more fifty more to gun or play back to the lab with a big tittied run away
Guess who ain't gonna pay to paint eyelids. Getting head from her while the b*tch is still drivin

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I left a trail of dead nurses kept the ID from their purses
Started my own 1 900 number service...
Gettin' mad at earth is a waste of time
Still collectin' note when I'm too wasted to rhyme
You in the bed, she online with the webcam, go get your head slammed limbs broke bedpan
All for this b*tch played you for Chris, IV in your wrist and fist pumpin' you Cage p*ss
With the incidentals of Cage Kennylz cut through the panties with the rocks in the dentals
Speakin' of which no gifts for the snatch unless you want diamond earrings with earlobes attached
Shoot up an M5 and whoever in it cuz I ain't got one and I ain't waitin' a minute
If the ransom ain't met then I ain't cakey to floss cheese grater to face and start scrapin' it off...

[Hook]
[Sample from a clockwork orange]
"Down in the snook of the duke of new york - now they knew who was master and leader"