Lyrics to Problem Children 2
Yuh! Ooh! (Devereaux) Ooh ooh! Yuh! Let's go!
Problem children, spray the buildin'
Whip crawlin', caterpillin'
Devil watching what a feelin'
God asleep you been praying to the ceilin' (Hold up) (Ooh!)
Shawty blowin' on my flute (Yeah, on my flute, yeah!)
She got me pourin' Absolut (That Absolut, yeah)
She got a gun but never shoot (She never shoot!)
I'ma killer I'ma kill 'em with the truth yeah, yeah
Pull up saucing with the troops (With the troops!)
Lil' killa mane really get the loot yeah
Scoop that baddie out that dirt like she the poop (Like she the poop!)
You ain't down with me and Ricky better scoot
Fuck 'em all
Spray the walls
But first of all fuck you
Second all, what it do (Ooh!)
Problem children two
Problem children two
Metallica, I'ma kill 'em all
Black half-caste, bitch I'm off the wall
Punch myself in the face then the drywall
Red stains in the veins in my eyeballs
No pain no gain 'til I die dog
I be drippin' black paint ridin' by y'all
Fly high 'til I faint or 'til I fall and it wouldn't even matter if I died y'all
'Cause my catalog big like the sky
Get high come down like a fly ball
And my jaw 'gon slide like slackjaw
Going right through my skin like a hacksaw
Fuck 'em all
Spray the walls
But first of all fuck you
Second all, what it do (Ooh!)
Problem children two
Problem children two
Problem children, spray the buildin'
Whip crawlin', caterpillin'
Devil watching what a feelin'
God asleep you been praying to the ceilin' (Hold up) (Ooh!)
Shawty blowin' on my flute (Yeah, on my flute, yeah!)
She got me pourin' Absolut (That Absolut, yeah)
She got a gun but never shoot (She never shoot!)
I'ma killer I'ma kill 'em with the truth yeah, yeah
Pull up saucing with the troops (With the troops!)
Lil' killa mane really get the loot yeah
Scoop that baddie out that dirt like she the poop (Like she the poop!)
You ain't down with me and Ricky better scoot
Fuck 'em all
Spray the walls
But first of all fuck you
Second all, what it do (Ooh!)
Problem children two
Problem children two
Metallica, I'ma kill 'em all
Black half-caste, bitch I'm off the wall
Punch myself in the face then the drywall
Red stains in the veins in my eyeballs
No pain no gain 'til I die dog
I be drippin' black paint ridin' by y'all
Fly high 'til I faint or 'til I fall and it wouldn't even matter if I died y'all
'Cause my catalog big like the sky
Get high come down like a fly ball
And my jaw 'gon slide like slackjaw
Going right through my skin like a hacksaw
Fuck 'em all
Spray the walls
But first of all fuck you
Second all, what it do (Ooh!)
Problem children two
Problem children two
