Hip Hop Drunkies

While I’m leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French
'Cause she thought she was fine
I had the alcohol in me, took my time
Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit

Let’s take it to the land
You’re now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone
I’m a MC director, rhyme inspector

I filter out the weak every time I speak

I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine
No disrespect to any architect

Beware of the hard way, three’s the hard way
Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya
So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro
Niggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin’
I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum
'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide

And my style is so dope they call it ya, yo
But it’s all olde English that I’m bringin' from beneath
I’m def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client
I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go
Hey, sugar plum, how can you assume
Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic

Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe
But I didn’t come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble
Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft
Extra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha
I’m smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'
I’m not your everyday, regular rap star peddler

Where ever the fuck it goes

Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine

My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody’s tighter

Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector
'Cause there’s nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space
I feels it’s all about skills
Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego
So I know the three words sound familiar
Peace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block

Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk
(Tash will kill ya)
Mr. Tiny Tim Man
Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck
Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water
So what y’all new, niggaz think you wanna do?
[Unverified]

See this the type of shit niggaz don’t try at home

Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe
Extra extra bring the Da-Llama
Yeah, me too nigga
I drink more Brewster's than punky
My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone

One on one at your rap seminar
Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest
You trickin', while I’m vickin' hoes you stick your dick in
It’s the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu
I don’t rap fast, I love green grass
You bitches are hoes
Tumble all your plots and all your plans

Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table
'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes
My ear can’t digest it
We can fight the power like this was P.E. Class
I bomb squads like hank shock
She winked at me, I thought it was fine
What’s happenin', so dope got the pope clappin'
(Beep)
The Tyson of sound, it’s twenty seconds to a round
With the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'
Verse a better one, then slice a versa
Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth
Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west
Nuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass
Or in your butt hole, ear hole

Hoe don’t kick that mumbo jumbo
What, you the king in the chair on my ground
What’s up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch

I come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan’s cologne

Where ever the fuck it goes

Yeah, yo, yo, yo
Motherfucker what

Step outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face
Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel
(Make room, boom, boom)
When he’s layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him
Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant
That the pitch of the volume, doesn’t have no tune
Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners
(Get drunk and I stumbled)
So I can Godzilla up your sheeit
At you fuckers
My style is wild, like g’s or the pistol's
Its the pack town original B-Boy I’m rappin'
God acre, massacre murdered
True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics
Or in your butt hole, ear hole
The outcome’s unbelievable like Tyson Holy field
You’re just rhyme to survive streets
When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses
Ol Dirty’s in the house and that’s my motherfuckin' man
True God but my dick is my lightning rob
Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts
No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask
I divide square MC’s like math
Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew

You bitches are hoes
The ro pimped the flow like a hoe
So you betta when you hear the
So I should rap on the mack rap hone
Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew
This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine

I see some girls I know but y’all look different with your clothes on

It’s the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies
It’s the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu