[Intro]

Get your booze, light your blunts up, get your hard [bad word]  and we doing it.

[Verse 1]

I serve your [bad word] like John McEnroe
Put a .45 Colt to the back of your skull
Cut my finger on a razor blade bagging up blow
Hit the back door with a little strag and a ho
Yeah you heard the news
That I’m back from the grave just to murder yous
And I’ve been up in the streets kicking curbs in shoes
Number one draft pick with the vertical
White men can’t jump nah but I can dump slugs from a shotgun pump
 [bad word] from a hood you do [bad word] from
If you think I’m no good take a shot dumb dumb
 [bad word] and try to take s**t from me
Little rookie, looky how the cookie’s so [bad word] 
I ain’t owe the dealer or the bookie no money
I just owe it to the world cause I’m looking so funny

 [bad word] 

99 bottles of beer on the wall
99 problems and you’re hearing them all
99 ways, 99 lines, 99 rhymes fit 99 times
Drink that, sip that, smoke that, sniff that
Break that, take that, 99 bottles of beer on the wall

[Verse 2]

She asked 99 times for a sixty-nine
And love how I rhyme with a shifty mind
I told her 99 times that the s**t was mine
Make it 98, the [bad word] was one sip behind
And if I don’t make it I’mma switch to crime
But I’m leaning real hard on this gift of mine
Wouldn’t you if you were spitting so sewer
Strawberry blunts with the milk and Kahlua
You’re like what’s he think cause a milk and Kahlua is a [bad word] drink
What’s a dime piece worth if her [bad word] stinks?
I have been knocked down and pushed to the brink
I stick with the reek cause I reek of the stink
 [bad word] and take a whiff when I speak what I think
I roll up in the club, take a leak in the sink
Then I bounce from the spot with a freak in a mink

 [bad word] 

[Verse 3]

I’m the cream of the crop with the scheminist plot
He’s back from [bad word] and the demon is hot
I’m a nightmare now, are you dreaming or not?
Jumping out the whip [bad word] and I scream at a cop
Oh I don’t know what you take me as
snake in the grass or maybe I’m an atheist
But you [bad word] scared of my crazy [bad word] 
I’ll cut you up and put you in a Macy’s bag
And f**k what the media thinks
I translate Sally Wong just to read to the *chinks*
If you don’t get I’m fooling around
I’ll hold your head under the water in a pool till you drown
Clutching the Uzi, shoot it around
Popping your top off a beautiful sound
So when the city burns down all the looters around
Stay stuck in the [bad word] dirt like a root in the ground

 [bad word]