Yeah im foamin at the mouth
Bout to tip off to south
Hats off and start combing out
Shady corners and bloody stairways
Foreigners and dim doorways
Buried my nuts deep in your mother
So call me a squirrel burying nuts in another
Yard; one without a guard
Just like your moms card you freakin retard
Funkmaster insane ain't got a brain but he dont have to
(agree) with anything
Just take shots about smoking pot
And Putting on 50 pounds of lot
Lil b f*ck that
Im an exterminator ready to aim my laser at your di*k
Yessir so later;
Just keep going through war in hell
Youll make it even if you try and fake it
Its better than what these b*tches do half nekkid
Incomplete obsolete raps about the street just stick like concrete
Not gonna test a buddha pest
Can't pass the best its the masster
Beats my slaves i do the work
Spittin for days im drivin me bezerk