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deterrent

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  1. [RBX]

    Field Breeder, Natural Corn Cropper,

    And I don't wanna buy

    I DON'T WANNA BUY

    I DON'T WANNA

    I DON'T WANNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA BUY!

     

    [ice Cube]

    I dont understand shoppin' in grocery stores

    But I understand I like the meat of slaughtered bores

    Closed doors to social mores

    Of normal talk

    Dumpin on any motherfucker tryin to rob stalk

    Cause motherfuckers wanna violate

    Cobs of kernals so sweet

    And they pupils won't dialate

    There's so much butter

    and salt

    Sweet Kernals

    And mother fuck the St. Louis cardinals

    He steps on the wrong field

    Gets his ass whipped in 12

    Like Foreman steppin to to Real Deal

    So I'm a pull a fuckin Jeffrey Dahmer

    Now I'm suicidal, just like Nirvana

  2. Me and Thebumpmaker and that crop of all crops--

    In the Green John Deer, with the Sweet Kernal Cobs--

    I'm callin' up the posse, it's time to start croppin'

    The freaks need salt n' butter, to keep dat yellah drippin'--

    Everybody's lookin, if your jealous turn around--

    These fields filled with stalks growing from the ground--

    we're gettin' good boils at 100 degrees Celsius--

    the cobs are cookin', but I need uncle Gus--

    cause the sweet corn ear luck, make the girlies wanna fuck--

    we're rollin' John Deer, and the jealous wanna get buck--

    Every time we do, the suckas wanna start noise--

    I'm the man they love to hate, tattooed with illinois--

    Picked up the posse at the late nite wal-mart--

    headed for the fields, yes we're fittin' to crop-start--

    the pllow's kinda crowded, the whole trackter was leanin' back--

    Bumpmaker's spreading butter with two girlies on his lap--

    On Old Mc Donalds.....the set looks kinda dead--

    we need a new farm so posse move ahead--

    we all look kinda' SWASS the crew you can't forget--

    the Corn Feed posse co' rippen' up the set--

    My Posse's in a cornfield........

  3. This honkey is skilled

    Fuck niggas dat wanna build

    Talk shit get killed

    Just bought a Corn Field (THROW SOME COB'S IN A POT!)

    Just bought a Corn Field (THROW SOME COB'S IN A POT!)

    Just bought a Corn Field

     

    This honkey is skilled, Fuck niggas dat wanna build

    Talk shit get killed, Just bought a Corn Field

    It's the season to cop

    Got the damn stalks chopped, always boiled never popped

    Corn cobs is my crop

    Foget bitches in the parking lot

    Only bone'in field-Hoes

    East West coast bitches, man I'm straight yo.

    Pussy stinks? It best smell like a lawn moer

    Don't you see the big fields

    Don't you see the big stalks

  4. I flip the bird, I cuss an' scream,

    If cars ain't move when the light turns green.

    Lock your doors when you leave the house,

    Corn Fed nigguahs are the ones to keep out.

    That's the way we do it in our town, yeah.

     

    You never hear me apologise,

    For growin' up strong, growin' up right.

    Mother fuck the Golden Rule.

    mother fuck me and mother fuck you

    Corn fields for miles an' miles,

    Ain't nothin' but YELLOW kernals makes me smile.

    I thank the good Lord I was Corn bred,

    We Corn fed.

    We Corn fed.

     

    We burnin' flags on our Court House Square.

    Just to say we boil cobs everywhere.

    There ain't no fags, or men on men que-er.

    If you reppin' corn feed ya gots to be a breed-er.

    I rock Cobs with tall, cold be-er, yeah.

     

    You never hear me apologise,

    For growin' up strong, growin' up right.

    Mother fuck the Golden Rule.

    mother fuck me and mother fuck you

    Corn fields for miles an' miles,

    Ain't nothin' but YELLOW kernals makes me smile.

    Mother F the good Lord, I was Corn bred,

    We Corn fed.

    We Corn fed.

    Babie.

  5. Fool you know i'm boilin' on......

     

    Corn now Corn

    We boiling up cobs in the middle of the barn

    And i'm filled up

    Can't get up

    My eyes are big

    And my stomach is small.

    Took another cob

    Felling like a slob

    Got the goofies, can't stop grinnin.

    Got a posse full of hoes playin in my braids

    And we bout to get in em.

    Over yonder is the barn where the pals be at

    And everything funny.

    Gotta pause some nigga tryin' to max on my corn

    Boilign all dem cobs with no money.

    Now truly this bitch wanna do me

    So i hit the 151bacardi

    She high like the sun

    Thick like cornbread,and i'm ready to party.

    That corn got me so gotdamn horny

    But i don't like that tramp.

    The only reason I'm poppin that coochie

    cause the hoe had a book of foodstamps.

    And i got the munchies

    I need more corn.

    Sweet cobs growing in fields.

    If you boilin' cobs like the conflict do,

    Then you know what the hell i mean.

     

    [chorus]

    Chompin' on

    Cccooooobbbbbbs in the middle of the barn.

    Chompin' on

    Cccooooobbbbbbs in the middle of the barn.

  6. Sipin' on yak dreamin of boil pots

    corn feed breed!!

     

    Don't pop it let it boil

    corn feed breed!!

     

    Were talkin salt and butter

    corn feed breed!!

     

    Don't sleep on the stalk

    corn feed breed!!

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