Behold y'all, the vats of urine Drink up bitches, taste our gold Err, you respect yourself First, you yourself, hey man, you made a rhyme Yes it is for I am a rap God from beyond the
Everybody 'bout pistols, gats is borin' He came with a new topic to you, vats of urine All pro, the stats, his style scorin' While you at it, double check that you're pourin'
Born of the that needs a P in geniuses Broads don't see it, since they don't got Conveniences, thank God not a ho In the when you gotta go, you gotta go
Before you flow, make sure you practice or you You don't miss and let the cactus get to oozin' If any contestant splash, disqualified Even if one drip should down the bottle side
Put a bum in a better pickle Reality show, how far would you go to get a Let alone a by the window, you can hear him moanin', yuck
Remember, tomorrow is day It's not the kind of stuff you to save and harbor away Once it gets and fermented It takes on a that I should say is naturally scented
Tempted by a can of Guinness Or waitin' until we get there, say two or minutes Yeah, when fresh, it's sterile Some say digestible, edible
If you was stranded out to sea, and in trouble Survive dehydration, guzzle your own cup Some day you may show your son How to use it to make nitrate for gunpowder
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like a rap God He's like a big log you find in your toilet Fo' real, bow and suck his knees
And I am about to it all up in here, stand by for kickin' I am the kicker er, not you, you elsewhere This man, I'm bored, me too