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Correct Sit In That Corner Lyrics
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Correct Sit In That Corner
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[Intro:] No! Sit in that fuckin corner bitch! No! Just sit in that fuckin corner and shut the fuck up, bitch! Should've kept you off the internet Just sit in that fuckin corner bitch! Shut the fuck up! [Verse:] Razorblade the nipples, Baby breastfeed me I just saw your face on the tv, Look at that They already think you're layin six feet deep, Took a nap Now they on the news talkin 'bout they want their hooker back I gave her back to 'em, Not before I took a bat, bashed in the head Bathed in it and played in it and smashed in the Chev' back to the hideout Shit, I took a machete and dug her fuckin eyes out Now I'm on the internet, muthafucka why not? Myspace is my place, Pick her up and tie knots Got her on the bed playin dead Fucked her then I took her to the bathtub and made her bloody red No matter what he said, nigga he's The Ripgut I saw him slice a niggaz dick up and cut a niggaz bitch up Put her in the trash bag and that's that He's on Facebook, She's in his face look [Chorus:] So sit in that fuckin corner bitch! (Where's my muthafuckin razorblade?) (Hey, I'm tellin you bitch, You better take me serious) Sit in that corner bitch! (Remember when you got that computer for Christmas?) (Yeah, That's why you're here) So sit in that fuckin corner bitch! (Should've told them you wanted some damn uh, Christian Louboutin) Aye, Sit in that corner bitch! (Now I'm about to cut you, meat you, heat you and eat you, bitch!) [Verse 2:] Yeah, She asked me for a cigarette, Here you go bitch, bet First, Pull out the tiddies and I promise I'll get you wet After I slit your neck, I keep 'em brainwashed Cut open the skull in cold water, Get your brains washed I'm in the kitchen with the Ithica, Rippin your bitches britches up Itchin to get to spit the guts outta my mouth Imma get it outta my house by cookin it and eatin it And then I'm shittin it out like I do emcees You will find shit all in the couch Shit in the bathroom and shit in the mouth And razorblades and alcohol, shit in the pouch Like 50 bitches on they period, I'm serious now It's about to take 3 hours like ham hogs Trust me, I'm tryna feed all them kids and the damn dog I don't want a ransom, I'm sicker than Charlie Manson and some Like Chuckie, I'm cuttin up butt cheeks [Chorus:] So sit in that fuckin corner bitch! (Yeah, It's just about an hour left before dinner) (You wanna watch a movie?) Sit in that corner bitch! (Instead of popcorn, I got pop corn alligator, You want some?) So sit in that fuckin corner bitch! (Oh okay, Well um, I gotta piss so uh, You need anything to drink?) Aye, Sit in that corner bitch! (Yeah, I also got diarrhea too, So uh you want a milkshake?)
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