Gettin' money out your ass, like a mothafuckin' ready teller
Callin' me Arnold, but you been a dick
'Cuz the broomstick fit your ass so perfect
With a midget who's a punk too
I put that on my mama and my dead homeys
Damn, it feels good to see people on it
Let you on the scene to back up the Verse Team
Tryin' to sound like Amerikkka's Most
Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
Now they got the villain with a purse and high-heels
Broke as a mothafuckin' joke
Ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go
Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
Dumb nigga, what you thinkin' 'bout?
And Eazy's dick, is smellin' like MC Ren's shit
White man just rulin'
So don't front, MC Ren
And when I see your ass again, I'll be hesitant
Fuckin' MC Ren, Dr Dre and Yella
'Cuz you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
I couldn't stop you from gettin' ganked
I never have dinner with the President
Yella boy's on your team, so you're losin'
With the L E N C H M O B, and ya'll disgrace the C P T
Just a match and a little bit of gasoline
Gang-banged by your manager, fella
Yellin' Compton, but you moved to Riverside
Throw a house nigga in a ditch
With no Vaseline
Cut my hair and I'll cut them balls
And not another nigga in site
On a permanent vacation
You little maggot Eazy E turned faggot
You could yell all day but you don't come close
Heard you both got the same bank account
Here's what they think about you
With a white Jew tellin' you what to do
You're gettin' fucked real quick
I never have dinner with the President
'Cuz I heard you're, like givin' up the drawers
Tried to dis Ice Cube, it wasn't worth it
You got jealous when I got my own company
First you was down with the AK
But if they were smart as me
Eric Wright, punk, always into somethin'
'Cuz I remember when you drove a B 2-10
'Cuz he's goin' out like Kunte Kinte
House nigga gotta run and hide
Ya'll niggas just phony
Used to be my homey, now you act like you don't know me
So don't believe what Ren say
'Cuz you let a Jew break up my crew
Ay yo, Dre, stick to producin'
Gettin' fucked at night
With your manager, fella
'Cuz you can't be the Nigga 4 Life crew
I saw it comin', that's why I went solo
The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
Till that Jheri curl is gone
Now I think you a snitch
Eazy E would be hangin' from a tree
Livin' with the whites, one big house
It's a case of divide and conquer
But I'm a man, and ain't nobody helpin' me
Now let's play big-bank-take-little-bank
Pullin' wools with your scams
Light 'em up, burn 'em up, flame on
Lookin' like straight pozas
Eazy E saw your ass and went in it quick
and they rippin' your asshole apart
Got damn, I'm glad ya'll set it off
I never have dinner with the President
'Cuz you know I'm the one that flown
Dropped four niggas now I'm makin' all the dough
When ya'll mothafuckers moved straight outta Compton
Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
But I got a whip for ya Toby
Used to be hard, now you're just wet and soft
And now I see you on a video with Michelle
The Villain does get fucked with no Vaseline
By takin' your green, oh yeah
Get rid of that Devil real simple
Givin' up the dollar bills
Tryin' to fuck me, but I'd rather fuck you
Tried to tell you a year ago
With no Vaseline
It ain't my fault, one nigga got smart
And kept on stompin'
Off the Massa plantation
Who gives a fuck about a punk-ass villain?
Put a bullet in his temple
But Willie D told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so
The niggas with attitudes, who ya foolin'?
Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
Half-pint bitch, fuckin' your homeboys
I started off with too much cargo
Now I gotta play the Silence of the Lambs
By Mista Shitpacker
