A & R's named Ufid If life's a bitch I'm one of her two kids A motherfucker, if the show fits If rap was a school I'd be teachin at Yale's institution
I make more noise than a block orchestra I'm stalkin' ya Follow my road I'm forkin' ya To the path So YO! Tell a friend Tell a foe Tell a hoe Tell any
Boys Heh, I'm 'bout to do Santa Dimengo on a horse named Bingo A fugitive lookin' for puff switchin' my lingo Stayin' at a hotel called the Pink Flamingo Callin' up MC from a
speak Everybody in the world's up shit creek Let me tell you about down south Where a motherfucker might as well not even have a mouth Columbus, Georgia
of havoc People pay Just to have me stay And Ice'll tweak the mix when it statics And say a verse I'll freak a couple words unrehearsed Then I burst
take a liking to Psych I'm spiking you like a football Been this way since I've stood a foot tall Your'e a good catch with a shitty spouse Pretty mouth and a
' that they up against a nigga just like myself that'll kill 'em I gotta spend a buck at the dealer for suede ceilings Lotta bodies drop because of betrayed feelins' What other
to crippled madness Puppets dangle in the treetops The cold magician carves his voice in stone Then flies away, then flies away Ariel sings overhead Deaf men mouth the words
't do much Speak the wrong words bitch and you will get touched I'm back on the scene my favorite color is green I'm buildin' a empire, got a whole new
a slave hand Street pressure word to poppa, I ain't goin' under One day I'll have a label and make deals with Tommy Motolla Momma always told me "You're one in a
And if a nigga was strugglin, I'll probably pull a 'caper These niggaz is haters and they smilin in my face Tappin like they need a gig, tryna get your
I got a headache this big Word up, word up, word up It's kinda hot in here Word up, word up, word up Funk Doc, word up, Scarface, yo, yo It can't be
"Ernie when I am eighty years old I shall marry myself a twenty year old boy, and let me tell you something Ernie twenty goes into eighty a hell of a
blindsided by a smile that wasn't what it seemed I'm talking about last night Last night, last night Last night, last night, last night Your mouth was making words
misassumption Will make 'em move something in between (Bridge) It's like I'm standing on my tippy-toes to touch a star (a star) Trying to catch joy in other
mack and courage Parallel to a carrousel of murders I prefer to make a life than take a life Stopped at a street called Wise and made a right Sort of
't get it out It gets stuck in your head, won't come out of your mouth Sticks to your tongue and shows on your face That the sweetest of words have the
I got a word or two 'cause I don't understand Somethin's on your mind, you don't have to shout What's with me and you it's getting outta hand Why can'
