Ms.45 Songtext

To kill a john like you driving by real slow



CHORUS

cuz I'm (she's)

just (Miss)

45

I'm (she's)

just (Miss)

Miss 45

x2


Dirty secrets to show wifey

(when I) drag yr corpse back to shaughnessy

With Blood stains on upholstery

That jag ain't worth shit now see



CHORUS



AFTERCHORUS

What will you do?

Yr far too slow

Wa wa wa wa wa wah

I'll follow you / follow you

follow you/ HUNT you/ wherever you go



Corner you

cuz what's fair is fair

Call it payback, re-venge what-ev-ar

Ready now to take a life in my hands

Cuz the po prefer watchin from the stands



OUTRO

Your honour; in my defence

You sound oh so diff-er-ent

When yr not in my hood

cruisin a trick

Drooling while rubbing yr thimble sized prick - But:

Confronting you brings me a smile

Don't remember me? Ah, so now yr senile

I'm suppose to care bout yr esteemed reputation When yr leisure time is spent on so-lic-it-ation

Now if the court would let me turn the table

With exhibit A "my 45" I am able

To eliminate the scum from the earth's face

And now yr honour I REST MY CASE