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