Meet Your Fate lyrics

Song information

Artist: South Park Mexican
Album: The Purity Album

Lyrics

[Verse 1]pimpstress

My click picks your pockets
Splits tha profits
Choose the targets
And take out the garbage
Fill tha cartridge
More lead than zepplin
Tryin not to step in the blood I left em' in
Wrestlin with withdrawls got me sippin purple medicine
Dead rpesidents movin up like jeffersons
Lets begin, it began, so begun
The story of one who went from girl to woman
From crums to slums, to laced in diamonds
Son by guns that sound like drums
Its no ones fault his life came to a hault, should I open up the vault like i
Opened up my sliss more
But instead h chose to be another skeleton, I popped his head and his brain
Looked like gelatin
A defenition of a cursed individual, original, you caint see the invisible

(Hook)

1-2 better call yo crews
3-4 need to lock yo doors
5-6 better loaad yo clips
7-8 time to meet yo fate

[Verse 2]pimpstress

Some of yall niggas aint wit this
Well then get tha fuck on bout yo business
Cuz my kind dont take kinds who doze
Who act like hoes while I sip irish rose
And smoke some of the worst weed youd ever tasted
Fuck it blaze it lets all get wasted
Still a ja-ca, you need to face it
Mad cuz yo house costs as much as yo bracelet
Never patient, compitition, sound ancient
Im gettin followed by a federal agent
Engagements, gangsta banquets, piggarements, stainless
Leave you brainless make it painless
Hanus, 27 holes in his anus
Make em pay when they mistake us for entertainers
Cant blame es, young, dumb, and famous
Mary jane is whut her neme is, I keep her where my cane is

(Hook)

[Verse 3]pimpstress

My money flows like a runny nose
All I gotta do is find a place to throw away these bloody clothes
I pacanina while I shop at the gallaria
Stay on my toes like a motha fuckin ballarina
From pasadedna to amid that you know a baby bash beats the brotha of a gras
Groa
Raheed he wuz raised on the wrong street
Spm had a fatha made of concrete
Low g lest the dogs loose fuck tha troops
And grimm is the spider called the brown recluse
Juan gotti got the shotti puttin holes in they body
Murdaholics kill a nigga while he sittin on the potty
Hillwood hustlaz and 24-7, dope game legends, feel they presence
The young and the sensless, a message from texas
Dope house records eats you hos up for breakfast

(Hook)

Spm-no more chances

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

"The Purity Album" album track list