Kidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, kiss the girls
Klack automatics no matter the pressure the static, klack
Climb aboard, jump out the ninety-ninth floor
I'm stone, to the bone, flip poems that roam further
Buck, buck, buck soufle you lay you then I'm hittin' that clutch
You know, papi chulo with the fucked up grammar
Fuck, fuck, fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
Fatal, duck in' from pussy police in lesables
Don't blame me
Serial killer that tracks pussy in every borough
Biggest thing since getting earrings pierced in your navel
And now get the Ampegs real hot like jerk chicken
My dubs be filled with dust when I bust you definitely feel
Somebody told me yo' ass stink
The rapture ha ha ha hah ha hah
Everyday, wanna star check an astrologist
Yea yo yea, these metaphors be broad
(What's that?)
Knowin' godamn well that's hard to spit
Hyperventilation, you're talk of the town like date raping
Trace the sketch according to verbal recordin' hot
(Come here baby)
Break your neck secretly blown, tali co style doc
I blow you by two miles, cut my licence hit the hazards
Yo beautiful, cut the cabbage and sell it as pharmaceuticals
The clues I left was hard for cops to etch a sketch it
So much Spanish ass, niggaz think I own Copa Cabana
Jungle music got my mind and body stimulatin'
Bricks underground detox fuck up farm crops
High, funk doc, roni size keep the herb twistin'
I serve the murder then beef it to hamburger
Shoot up the Mardi Grass with double chrome forty-fours
Take the shanks out of shaw redemption and hold it to your jaw
Buck, buck, buck soufle you lay you then I'm hittin' that clutch
Hah, what, huh, ah, one, two, three, four
I'm only kidding
Malfunction in the S L board without the E Q
Huh, huh, yo, huh, yo yo yo yo yo yo
Ai yo! Do what I feel what I feel, see what I see son
Call me the Doc Caucasians spot, The Beatles
It's where the blacks rub, what, fuck your back up
That bitch on the salt box, know when I rain I pour
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo huh
Fans call me mix tape arsonist, marvelous, in the hood
I react the baddest juvenile bite off his cuticles
Shot up Santa, got more tools than, Hanna Barbara, check it
Full up plates, 'cause someone I'm ready to take yours
Fuck, fuck, fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
