[Intro: Jean Ferrat]
Les amours aux amours ressemblent
C'était hier
Doomshop, motherfucker
Mo— motherfucker

[Verse 1]
What the fuck you talkin' 'bout?
You's a busta-ass bitch, you better shut yo mouth— yo mouth
Better shut yo—
Think that talking all that loud will help you live or somethin'?
I'll tell you mothafuckin' bitch to come up run your money
You think you acting sorta funny with your fuckin' gun up?
Your life won't last, end it fast, take it from the fucking shaft
Mothafuck the stupid thoughts you had at last
You're a mothafucking pussy-boy, just close your eyes and lay to rest

[Chorus]
I'ma kill a busta-mothafucka
I—I—I'ma kill a busta-mothafucka
I'ma kill a busta-mothafucka
I—I—I'ma kill a busta-mothafucka— mothafucka


[Verse 2]
Always pleased to hear you "wish to stay under the covers, please"
Evil motherfuckin' pussy-lover
Eat your soul, just with no tool, just ask me why it is so cold
Act on me, act on me, pull a Glock, a killing spree
All these mothafuckas tryna act a fool, I'll make you flee
—na act a fool, I'll make you flee
Pull a Glock, a killing spree
All these mothafuckas tryna act a fool, I'll make you flee
—na act a fool, I'll make you fl—ool, I'll m—ool, I'll m—
[Chorus]
I'ma kill a busta-mothafucka
I—I—I'ma kill a busta-mothafucka
I'ma kill a busta-mothafucka
I—I—I'ma kill a busta-mothafucka
Doomshop, motherfucker (mothafucka)