Irrationally Speaking - Domingo, Sean Price

Ayo I thought, who the fuck told you to think jerk?

You’re funny style, bitch nigga rockin' a pink shirt

Goof ball niggas

Doof ball niggas

Cross dressing, funny style, Ru Paul niggas

Here’s the latest duke, peep the truth y’all niggas

Biting my shit, till the god shoot y’all niggas

Yo, Sean Price put a cock in the throat

Playing Aaliyah song rocking the boat

Yo, I’m a grown man

I’m a stone man

You a six minute Doug E. Fresh on the phone man

Yo, one of the best you one of the worst

I put this gun to your chest leave blood on your shirt

Niggas acting all hard but they fake as shit

Had me gassed till I saw them niggas takin' shit

Duke ya, one of the worst, I’m on of the best

I put this gun to your shirt leave blood on your chest

Nigga

You have hanged

(Hanged yourself)

Or he will bang

(Bang your health)

It’s Ruck The Irrational bitch

La, la, la, la, la, la, la

Peep the motherfucking tools of the trade

I run with Puerto Rican niggas that fool with the blade

That’s a stereotype, I can never stereotype

No radio songs for me, stereo type

You a motherfucking son of a bitch

Always telling the cops, like your pops you a son of a snitch

I don’t be running with motherfuckers who be running they lip

Percolate with the pound and get crunk in this bitch

And I don’t give a fuck about half of the rappers that’s out

Half of the rappers that’s out need to be slapped in they mouth

First of all, what the fuck y’all niggas rapping about?

Ray Ray, KeKe Bobo, what you yapping about?

I’m one of the best

Y’all bitch niggas one of the worst

I put this gun to your chest leave blood on your shirt

You one of the worst

Sean Price one of the best

Put some blood on your shirt with my gun on your chest

Nigga

Ayo

Reign Of The Tec

Cock back, aiming a

Grace the lame, felt the flame on his neck

Battered and bruised

Bum bitch, shattered and used

Date rape, great ape pa, making the news

Add the B.C.

Michael Jackson and Solomon Grundy

Scare the kids for the love of the money

You can run, you can hide but death is near

You ain’t hearing me right

Since I left this air

Yo, this is an Official Joint

Don’t believe me, come watch the pistol point

Up in your grill

Sean Price up in the 'ville

Told y’all motherfuckers to just chill

Y’all ain’t listen