Hard Head - Intellectual

[Chorus: Evil Pimp]

Hard head, bullet lead, bitch, I'll send you to the med

[Verse 1: Evil Pimp]

Mane, I'm sick of all these rumors

Spreading my name just like some tumors

Never hang with Evil Pimp so mane, I find that shit so humorless, Make a stang, Stang on a lame

Come and run up to this thang

And find the Christ light from this stang

Rub you weaklings off, Off the map

Shoot your Mammy with your Gat

Oh it's me, E to the P, Never been known to show no slack

I never met a trick I liked

Never met a nigga I'd shoot on sight

For now, Beat you down to the ground

Better pack a pistol because I will clown

This Devil shit that I spit, Hate on it, I'll blast you hoe

Evil Pimp is the pimp walking with a gangsta limp, I'm a trip, Never see the ever nine blow

Take your life, won't think twice

Never been to church 'cause I ain't nice

Mane I roll, 3-8-0, get off my fucking nuts or you're cold as ice

Creeping peeling killing squealing, watch your back, It's so unfeeling

Got the mask, point the Gat, got you busta broke ass kneeling

Praying saying spare your ass

Nigga shut the fuck up, hand your cap

Hard head, bullet lead, bitch, I'll send you to the med

[Chorus: Evil Pimp]

Hard head, bullet lead, bitch, I'll send you to the med

[Verse 2: Killa Queen]

Creep in your deep sleep, Coming like the Grim Reap

That's the fate, So behave, Fear to come inside the blade

Fucking with the voodoo, Got me going cuckoo, Pull this Gat, On your ass, Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat bitch, Fag, If you come around, I'm dropping you down to the ground with the pound with the tip that will kill, Cock it back, Make 'em peel with a wound, Up the hills, Hope you're smoking something on the psycho bitch Killa Queen, Kill a bitch on your ass with the Pimp, Pretty eyes with the tears, Drop you in the dirt, From this thug in a skirt, Check your pulse when it burns, When it hit, Gonna hurt, Shoot the church from this curse, Leave your body in a hearse

Throw your Gat, Pull it fast, Quick before I shoot you first

Shoot you in your chest, You done fucked with the best

I can have another down man waiting on the bed

If the task goes bad, Then you've stepped on flash

I suggest you don't mess, Or don't stress, Stay on track

Creeping with the Mac-10 and the Gat that is on my side

Fucking with the Killa Queen, I'll come at you with evil eyes

Hard head, Now you're dead, Got you choking bleeding wet

Put you in that trauma from that drama that is what I said

{End of the Song}