Let my orange spit I got a dog named Kubrick, it's obvious I like his Filming 'em human chicks, if that's a sin Let him poke this white Kim for coke of a bar until I switched in
Breaking her in new Tims in a robbery Take a culture of my spit's culture and spawn a 'Smell Teen Spirit'? Grab a shotgun and feed us My LP street, they up Columbine High cheerleaders
Dipping in two that ain't mine So many ass letter combinations I peg rhymes Blew my EC advance on a PC and DC and PS2 games, lights and plants
done by the time the cops come Car jacked this pregnant for a Datsun Blaze a building to a rap magazine You wanna shit and not get fucked up? a fagot's dream
Yeah, you know how we the looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors Nickel bag misdemeanors, feeders Moochers, bleeders, and sleepers
Yeah, you how we comin' the looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors Nickel bag misdemeanors, bottom Moochers, bleeders, and sleepers
Hey yo, I'm as broke as when I had no deal I'm not too bright, my brain's oatmeal I used to be label mates with O'Neal Now I get my dick in the Batmobile
I in Long Island, with a house of retards And illegal aliens that green cards I'm a rap legend to little weird white That carve shit in their like I don't wanna live
I'm the original, dirty, gangster Rhymer Perverted rhyme We dirty old men, you trust us See us finger popping your daughters in the back of school
Man Hairy baboon Catch me at the MTV jerkin' off in the bathroom Cage, Eon, Mi, why try? Remix shit Put it back out when I die
Yeah, you how we comin' With the looters, solicitors, unwanted Nickel bag misdemeanors, bottom Moochers, bleeders, breeders and
Yeah, you how we comin' the looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors Nickel bag misdemeanors, feeders Moochers, bleeders, and sleepers
I'm so depressed, I'm whippets for hours I realize I'm less popular than what's happening now was There are in pits in my basement My trophy tits in a glass encased man
Like my sidekick Gary I'm still banging the Thai chicks Plus, I'm high, bitch, Eon rains, it, E hurricanes You a cold that's seen on every weather vane I got a storm more perfect George Clooney Thinking y'all scary, y'all ain't Goonies
E eases through the scene that's And drops the illest shit any has ever seen I have no left or right ventricles that's why I cops pull out with both tentacles, the beast lives among us And I cause a reaction similar to what seeing your mother does
Yeah, you know how we the looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors Nickel bag misdemeanors, feeders Moochers, bleeders, and sleepers
Yeah, you know how we the looters, solicitors, unwanted visitors Nickel bag misdemeanors, bottom Moochers, bleeders, breeders and