I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
That weed I sold to you, brigade laced it
Stingin' the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls
Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run
The Kuniva, divide up your cash stack
I love snatchin' up players thugs and young ballers
Frightened with five little white Vicadin' pills bitin' him
I got kicked out of summer camp for havin sex in my tent
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital lost
A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun
Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin husbands
A big Chinese nigga, screamin Kuniva yo yo
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site
Fuckin' your bitch in the ass with a tire iron
All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin' ass mom
Some bitch asked for my autograph
I used to tell cats that I sold weed and weight
Bitch didn't you read the flyer?
'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid twenties
I'm snatchin' every penny it gotta be that way nigga, face it
I got a yuk mouth and it's polluted, I cock it back then shoot it
'Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightning
Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace
Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies
Jackin' my dick off in a bed of barbed wire
I leave ya face leakin' run up in church
'Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales
I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water
Special invited guest will be, Richard Pryor
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick
Take a swing at the deacon
Who got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a bomb
Brigade barricade to bring the noise
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick
Aiyyo flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack
In cahoots with this nigga named fall out von
My weed'll hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge an'
Chillin' in the lab wasted
At a stop the violence rally, I blast gats
While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys
Born loser, half theif and half black
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick
And found chopped up in a trash bag
So the rats can't chew through his last pants
Got a reputation for havin niggaz runnin' they funds
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip
(Hey, is Bizarre performing?)
Nah bitch, I'm retired
Weed laced with somethin' nigga pass that
Lettin' the record skip
Bitch it's too late
I was straight 'til I got caught sellin' 'em shake
I signed to a local label for fun
We stranglin' rappers until the point they can't yell
I light a candle and place it up on the mantle
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do shit on purpose
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin' handle
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none
Get executed, cuz I'm a luni
Degradin', creatin' murders to kill haters
I'm an instigator, 380 slug penetrator
And even at the million man March we gon' fight
I'm the type that'll drink kahlua and gin throw up on the mic
Lettin' the record skip
I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my preacher on fire
Want your motherfuckin' pockets,ascap
So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at
Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers
If I go solo, I'm doin a song with Bolo
So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
Slashin your tires, flyin' down Fenkel and Meyers
I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in yo' face
(Aren't you a male dancer?)
(Damn!)
My DJ's in a coma for lettin' the record skip
Be your mom on publishin', get your ass capped
In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats
You hidin' I make the president get a facelift
I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent
I'm fuckin' anything when I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pit bull an abortion
With the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order
Accused for every crime known through the equator
I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam
Niggaz just afraid, handin' me they bracelets
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick
Suck my motherfuckin dick, D-12 dirty motherfuckin' dozen
Bitch smacker, rich rappers get their jag jacked
Used to be the type of nigga that was foldin some one's
Bizarre kid, swifty McVeigh, The Kon Artis
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'
Driveby you in the rain while you carry your son
And smack the preacher while he's preachin
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit
I grapple your Adam's apple until it crackle
Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired
You never hear me say, forgive me
I don't need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq's
Gruesome and causin more violence than nine hoodlums
They knew I did it for havin' blood on my 'gators
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit
