What do you think about the man who never came?
Caught in his own bad game under a new name
You`re no better `cause you don`t feel s**t
You moan and whine until you get another hit
So what`s with the new style?
Oh, I`ll f**k you up and wait for a new trial
Oh my you think your made you got you`re first laid
Can`t you see it makes you hate

So step the f**k back we ain`t no joke say what you want
You got no hope f**k Tony Montana we got more dope to spread around F**k around, wake up with your nuts bound
To my bedpost K Y jelly, I`ll be your perverted host
Lyrical mass murderer, slitting your throat
Cutting you up and then bury you, better hurry y`all
It`s time we took the glow off slap you in the face
Grab your balls and make you cough

They call you Puto motherf**ker
They call you Puto motherf**ker

It`s all crap, a trap, and no way out
It`s no use to talk if you can`t scream it out loud
You don`t believe, you won`t hear it
You don`t wanna beat it, you don`t wanna act unless you fear it
F**k you, punk you don`t stand a chance
The four of us are back and it`s no f**king switch stance
You better like it or love it man, now tell me what you think?
`Cause this one I gotta win now put me back in

They call you Puto motherf**ker
They call you Puto motherf**ker