Damn, ladies and gentlemen

I got a secret

(What's that?)

Somebody told me yo' ass stink

Don't blame me

Hah, what, huh, ah, one, two, three, four

Huh, huh, yo, huh, yo yo yo yo yo yo

(Come here baby)

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo huh

Yea yo yea, these metaphors be broad

Take the shanks out of shaw redemption and hold it to your jaw

Climb aboard, jump out the ninety-ninth floor

That bitch on the salt box, know when I rain I pour

Shoot up the Mardi Grass with double chrome forty-fours

Full up plates, 'cause someone I'm ready to take yours

Jungle music got my mind and body stimulatin'

Hyperventilation, you're talk of the town like date raping

Call me the Doc Caucasians spot, The Beatles

Malfunction in the S L board without the E Q

Fuck, fuck, fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut

Buck, buck, buck soufle you lay you then I'm hittin' that clutch

It's where the blacks rub, what, fuck your back up

My dubs be filled with dust when I bust you definitely feel

The rapture ha ha ha hah ha hah

Ai yo! Do what I feel what I feel, see what I see son

Break your neck secretly blown, tali co style doc

Trace the sketch according to verbal recordin' hot

Bricks underground detox fuck up farm crops

Yo beautiful, cut the cabbage and sell it as pharmaceuticals

I react the baddest juvenile bite off his cuticles

I'm stone, to the bone, flip poems that roam further

I serve the murder then beef it to hamburger

I'm only kidding

Knowin' godamn well that's hard to spit

Fans call me mix tape arsonist, marvelous, in the hood

Everyday, wanna star check an astrologist

Fuck, fuck, fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut

Buck, buck, buck soufle you lay you then I'm hittin' that clutch

You know, papi chulo with the fucked up grammar

So much Spanish ass, niggaz think I own Copa Cabana

Shot up Santa, got more tools than, Hanna Barbara, check it

The clues I left was hard for cops to etch a sketch it

Serial killer that tracks pussy in every borough

Kidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, kiss the girls

Klack automatics no matter the pressure the static, klack

I blow you by two miles, cut my licence hit the hazards

Fatal, duck in' from pussy police in lesables

Biggest thing since getting earrings pierced in your navel

High, funk doc, roni size keep the herb twistin'

And now get the Ampegs real hot like jerk chicken

Ha ha, alright one more time