I know everyone has their own ****ing version of this But no one did it justice, so Here we go, ugh Tell your ***** to stop complaining 'bout her achy **** Her body is a temple—I don't give a ****, I'm atheist Make me stop, make me, *****, she mad because I taped the shit And sent the tape to Ace and Taco—helps 'em ****ing 'bate to it Master, master, pretty ***** basher Black and white *****, mixed like she moo and chew grass or somethin' Sorta like the shit, I guess I'd kinda like my ***** If she wasn't a dyke motorcyclist with Tyson lisp Wolf Gang on that "drive without a license" shit On that "take Shake and Meka necks and ****in' slice them shits" Oh, how nice—now, you wanna say you like the shit Because you bruised up, your neck sliced, and I ain't icing shit Show me a rapper my age that say he nice as this And I'll show you a ****** that say he hate Barbara Streisand flicks Ha! Me and Berman swervin' in the jeep I'm a nice guy in person, but a pervert in the sheets And I'm magic with the words, murder Merlin over beats Make the competition kiss the ****in' curb, and then they weep And then they drop, haha Drop, ***** Drop, drop Drop, drop (Yo), ***** The lambs get silenced and the fans get violent Droppin' lines grimey like the hands of Odd Toddlers ****ing Awesome arsenal of wolves in the pack I travel in The battle ram, ramming 'em, rats get to tattling Limbs swinging axes at you antonyms-of-savages And praying that it damages, your hobby's what my passion is **** that ****** shit, my niggas on that savage shit ****ing the game and shoving daggers through the ass of it I said, **** that ****** shit, my niggas on that savage shit ****ing the game and shoving daggers through the ass of it Moving on to a Jessica, plannin' to make a mess of her After a couple drinks and a session of **** sex with her Like, "Hey there, intestines! My **** is erect next to you" We the shit, like what you make—them niggas still ain't fresh as us Eat a ****, *****!