[Knock knock]
- Who that?
- It's scissors, open up!
- Why?
- I'm standing out here with your mrs.
[Scissors]
Yeah, I kidnapped your hoe, you better start showing dough
Son, I told you before, this rap s*** is flowing slow
And wrapped around her throat I got my cutting device
Let's play a little game called "What the f*** is the price"
Cause there's nothing as nice as money and big bills
This is the only way to make mills and skills won't get deals
This is how I feel, I struggled for rap life
Don't wanna be stuck in a trailer with a red neck and a c*** wife
I slap dice in Vegas, hope to get rich, sell dope to your b****
Or try to become an actor, we healing fractures, I'm a rapper and kidnapper
Your girl were dead (???) I found her in the room and b**** slapped her
I did jack her of the streets, got rid of the heat
And knocking at your door and pressed the [???] off repeat
So open up and let me in, let the havoc begin
Give me the dough and get your girl, that's how we both win
You won't beleave who I b**** slapped and made the world end
Nothing personal, Cirrus, I had to kidnap your girlfriend
[Chords]
My last album don't exist, my check balance is zip
And the only thing Chords get from the ATM is the d***
So it's time to pimp this b****, feather hat, fur coat
Leather chaps and stiffest d***s down her throat
I come through my rap smooth
Talkin some s*** about a "Me and you be rich together", [???] move
Cash fools, mad bank juice, five minutes later I got the hoe turning tricks in a public bathroom
80 percent is my cut, 20 percent is her peace
But the percentage drops quickly once the b**** gets herpes
Hairpiece, white polyester suite, matchin western boots
Serious [???] when I let down the set of rules
"Number one!" You get that a** smacked if you talk too much
"Number Two!" I'll pimp you mom if you talk too much
Walks are rough, but legs are limbing
d*** soft from all the head I'm given
From the chickenheads I'm pimpin'
Pimpin' hoes in skimpy clothes
"Deuce-Deuce, you ain't s***!" - 2 seconds later I broke the b****'s nose
I got a pet jaguar, a corvette, a Jaguar
4 sets of magnum b**** and a PHD in unstrappin' broads
Welcome to the stable, hoe, stay on your back a long time
Chords, m****f****, greatest mack of all times
[Scissors]
Let me swim in dough and get me Hugh Hefner b******
See me as a half-a**ed rapper slash actor, molest the pictures
Getting my d*** sucked by interns
Instead of being an intern suckin d*** in an attempt to be f****** rich
[Chords]
f****** b****, my rap money would still leave me in the back hungry
To battle wack rappers back to Hungary
In a spanish version, and leave the planets cursing
The [???] of Chords wasn't born an amateur or average person
[Scissors]
I vanish thirstin' for more cash to cash more checks
For fast Corvettes instead of double-R's that we crash
Troubled stars in rehab with plastic bodyparts
And bisexual wine [???] saw you studying art
[Chords]
Chords & Scissors in your f****** heart
But now in [???] with syncronized dance moves just like the other boy bands
To a.k.a Boys-R-Us, a voice to crush the hearts of teen girls
Packing vinyl pants and mackin t-shirts
- Who that?
- It's scissors, open up!
- Why?
- I'm standing out here with your mrs.
[Scissors]
Yeah, I kidnapped your hoe, you better start showing dough
Son, I told you before, this rap s*** is flowing slow
And wrapped around her throat I got my cutting device
Let's play a little game called "What the f*** is the price"
Cause there's nothing as nice as money and big bills
This is the only way to make mills and skills won't get deals
This is how I feel, I struggled for rap life
Don't wanna be stuck in a trailer with a red neck and a c*** wife
I slap dice in Vegas, hope to get rich, sell dope to your b****
Or try to become an actor, we healing fractures, I'm a rapper and kidnapper
Your girl were dead (???) I found her in the room and b**** slapped her
I did jack her of the streets, got rid of the heat
And knocking at your door and pressed the [???] off repeat
So open up and let me in, let the havoc begin
Give me the dough and get your girl, that's how we both win
You won't beleave who I b**** slapped and made the world end
Nothing personal, Cirrus, I had to kidnap your girlfriend
[Chords]
My last album don't exist, my check balance is zip
And the only thing Chords get from the ATM is the d***
So it's time to pimp this b****, feather hat, fur coat
Leather chaps and stiffest d***s down her throat
I come through my rap smooth
Talkin some s*** about a "Me and you be rich together", [???] move
Cash fools, mad bank juice, five minutes later I got the hoe turning tricks in a public bathroom
80 percent is my cut, 20 percent is her peace
But the percentage drops quickly once the b**** gets herpes
Hairpiece, white polyester suite, matchin western boots
Serious [???] when I let down the set of rules
"Number one!" You get that a** smacked if you talk too much
"Number Two!" I'll pimp you mom if you talk too much
Walks are rough, but legs are limbing
d*** soft from all the head I'm given
From the chickenheads I'm pimpin'
Pimpin' hoes in skimpy clothes
"Deuce-Deuce, you ain't s***!" - 2 seconds later I broke the b****'s nose
I got a pet jaguar, a corvette, a Jaguar
4 sets of magnum b**** and a PHD in unstrappin' broads
Welcome to the stable, hoe, stay on your back a long time
Chords, m****f****, greatest mack of all times
[Scissors]
Let me swim in dough and get me Hugh Hefner b******
See me as a half-a**ed rapper slash actor, molest the pictures
Getting my d*** sucked by interns
Instead of being an intern suckin d*** in an attempt to be f****** rich
[Chords]
f****** b****, my rap money would still leave me in the back hungry
To battle wack rappers back to Hungary
In a spanish version, and leave the planets cursing
The [???] of Chords wasn't born an amateur or average person
[Scissors]
I vanish thirstin' for more cash to cash more checks
For fast Corvettes instead of double-R's that we crash
Troubled stars in rehab with plastic bodyparts
And bisexual wine [???] saw you studying art
[Chords]
Chords & Scissors in your f****** heart
But now in [???] with syncronized dance moves just like the other boy bands
To a.k.a Boys-R-Us, a voice to crush the hearts of teen girls
Packing vinyl pants and mackin t-shirts