Xul

Xul

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Rap - Alternative | Sedalia, Missouri, United States
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Member Since: 2003
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Lyrics

You owe me money (money...money...) so you ain't no friend of mine.
You owe me money (money...money...) and since money's on my mind.
You owe me money (money...money...) and I'm done with trying to be kind.
You better come up with all those funds or you're gonna see me pull guns up.
[x2]

Screw fake friends and hos who end up owin me some dough, who quickly roll up out the door and totally blow me off, like, ?What's the problem??
The problem's you.
I'll soon resolve it.
You lose your job and then refuse to get off of your ass to get that cash back in my hands, and you don't even offer.

Tell me what did I do to deserve this abuse?
You're stupid and useless as a pair of new boots on a blue fish.
Stop actin cute like it's all just some big joke, I wanna choke you and give you interview with my two fists.
I'm sick and tired of friends who ask for kindness and abuse it.
I'm about to lose it.

I'm a tyrant; mask off, not more disguises.
I see what you are don't try to deny it.
Just cuz I'm shy doesn't mean I'm the kind of guy who's above being violent.
I'm tired of footin the bill, I'm lookin to kill somebody.
You need a hand out?
Put your hand out.
You can take this money from my cold dead body.
Stand outside in the cold...you wanna coat? Nope!
Only thing you get is choked by rope and I splash gasoline cologne on you, and light a match and I watch you and laugh while I poke holes all through your dome.
You don't even know how many thousands in the hole I am from hos who said they friends...so they ended up bending me over.
Thanks again!
Now I'm the one that's broke as hell, but when I'm in the hole you hos just bail like, ?Oh, well...? and screw me over like fine piece of tail.
Well, well I lived and learned and got burned and turned it around, with the money I earned.
That's right, ex-friends, lemme say it again: I paid those debts with MY dividends.
I'll never help another brother out again.
I will not spend one cent, won't bend, or try to.
Need my time?
I'll skip right by you, knife you, slash you and drip dry you.
No more cash I'll sacrifice to the likes of you.
I don't even like you.
You ain't a friend of mine, I hope lightning strikes you!

You owe me money (money...money...) so you ain't no friend of mine.
You owe me money (money...money...) and since money's on my mind.
You owe me money (money...money...) and I'm done with trying to be kind.
You better come up with all those funds or you're gonna see me pull guns up.
[x2]

It's amazing.
Friends who seem so great can turn so degrading.
I went from waiting for the money you owe; you better disperse.
I see your faces and I keep on hating you worse and worse.
It's like the curse of the black pearl, all in reverse.
Appalled, all I wanna do is get in your face and curse and erase every trace of a dollar from your purse or wallet, disperse and haul it back to my pocket and sock you so hard that you end up riding in a box in a hearse.
Stop stalling.
You're only making worse than it oughtta be it's obvious to see why I'm all in arms: You all agreed to pay me.
Maybe you didn't?
Whatever.
You all just played me.
I won't say your names.
Not out of respect...but out of disdain.
It's not a game.
I wanna place your face on the curb and then stomp your brains.
I'm an insane psycho; Michael Meyers hyped up on nitrous oxide and I got this mindset, that you're gonna find less pleasure in the way that I finalize this.
That price combined with late fees, and lots of fines, and penalties, and multiply by ninety-nine...those dimes you used to owe me are gonna cost you diamonds.

You owe me money (money...money...) so you ain't no friend of mine.
You owe me money (money...money...) and since money's on my mind.
You owe me money (money...money...) and I'm done with trying to be kind.
You better come up with all those funds or you're gonna see me pull guns up.
[x2]

Not joking, hopin, holdin my breath.
Nope...
Not any longer.
They say that if it don't kill you it just makes you stronger.
They say blood is thicker than water, it's true...you need not wonder.
You friends who screwed me over once; I have this thought for you to ponder.
Once upon a time there was a guy named Chris who worked real hard and did not quit.
He got famous; got paid, got rich.
But you ain't even get a drop of spit.
You betrayed this friend of yours.
I helped you out; you made this war.
You ain't dippin your hands in my goddamn pocket anymore.

I will not spend another dime or dollar, nor another second of my life for you, cuz the truth is, if you caught fire, I wouldn't smother it with spit, urine or any other liquid.
I'd rather use gas, but that costs cash and you're not worth the bother.
Bottom line.
You owe me a lotta cash, and you have for a long time.
I'm not gonna stand in a long line.
I am not havin a good time.
You ain't got all my cash?
So you ain't no friend of mine.
You ain't no friend of mine.

Song Length
4:58
Genres
Rap - General, Rap - Alternative
Tempo / Feel
Medium (111 - 130)
Lead Vocal
Male Vocal
Moods
Furious, Aggressive

Subject Matter
Money, Friend


Language
English
Era
2000 and later

Lyric Credits Christopher Purl
Music Credits Christopher Purl
Producer Credits Christopher Purl
Performance Credits Christopher Purl