straight from staten island
you know. i don't really mean no harm. but it just happens you know
when i step approach a motherfuckin wack nigga. that tryin to spit his darts and can't spit 'em
check it out though. aiyyo. scientific
robotic let's think optimistic
scotty watty cop it to me
hit poughkepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone richie
sprinkle a lil' snow inside a optimo
but ton' stizzy really high
the vivid laser eye guide
clarks i freak a lemon pie
bout it - lord forgive me
tracey got shot in the face
you fake cats done heard it first
on how i shitted on your turf
check out the rap kingpin
summertime fine jewelry drippin
cap' came to me with three sawed-offs
lightning rod fever heaters
knock-kneeder sheeba for hiva
diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder
lookin fancy in the pantry
my man got bigger dimes son
throw what's in your mouth
see ghost lampin in the throne with king tut hat
yeah. yeah. i just wan't y'all niggaz
to smack all y'all niggaz
aiyyo spiced out calvin coolidge
the great adventures of slick
big boy bulotti's out of woodridge
porch for the biggest beer
hickory scented mint scented glaze
perfected find truth within self
dirty nose with the nasal drip
dancin with blanch and them bitches
kick down the ace of spades
olsive compulsive lies flies with my name on it
dick made the cover now count
scooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap
bung bung bung! your bell went rung rung rung!
staple-land's where the ambulance don't come
you motherfuckin crybabies?
get in line punk! you should be studyin your odds
that's how you lost your first job punk
for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!
shit! i studied under bruce lee nigga
pass me a honey-dipped spliff
black mental cause continental drift
one whiff of pow u gets my divine stiff
hear the tick tock of my clock
i used to run up and pick
bobby pop the bitch thongs
then i banged on my chest like kong king
point the killa bee sting
right through your head bing
snap the wing off of bats
my battleaxe tongue hacks tracks
pass the crack to a niggarette
puff a looseleaf cigarette
while your man search the internet for +bob digitech in stereo+
multiply myself ten times standin next to zero
and snap my fingers like the fonz
and bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde
make a nigga flip in his chair
had the armpit shaved off perfect with the nair
stomach fat as a pancake for her man's sake
used to fuck her when she menestraute
but it made her hyperventilate