Damn

Ladies.. and gentlemen

I got a secret

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

(c'mere baby)

Yo yo yo yo yo yo

Yo huh

Yeah yi yeah 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 Gras with double chrome forty-fours

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

Jungle music got my mind and body stimulatin

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

Call me the Doc-casian Spot, The Beatles

Malfunction in the SL Board without the EQ

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

Buck buck buck souflee 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!

Aiyyo! Feel what I feel, see what I see son

Break your neck -- secretly blown, talico style Doc

Trace the sketch -- according to verbal recording hot

Bricks underground detox fuck up farm crops

Yo beautiful! Cut the cabbage and sell it as pharmeceuticals

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 ham-burger

* Redman skats, I can't follow it * but I'm only kidding

Knowin god damn 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