Damn. (Whispers)
Oh, yeah. It ain’t over, motherfuckers
The motherfuckin' saga continues
(some of NWA’s songs reverberated)
But now, since he stepped the fuck off
(Message to B.A. and Turn Off The Radio reverberated)
Fuck All Y'all
[Verse 1
Goddamn, I'm glad y'all set it off
Used to be hard, now you're just wet and soft
First you was down with the AK
And now I see you on a video with Michel'le
Looking like straight Bozos
I saw it coming, that's why I went solo
And kept on stomping
While y'all mothafuckers moved straight outta Compton
Living with the Whites, one big house
And not another nigga in sight
I started off with too much cargo
Dropped four niggas now I'm making all the dough
White man just ruling
The Niggas With Attitudes? (Who ya fooling!)
Y'all niggas just phony
I put that on my Mama and my dead homies
Yella Boy's on your team, so you're losing
Ay yo Dre, stick to producing
Calling me Arnold, but you bent-a-dick
Eazy-E saw your ass and went in it quick
You got jealous when I got my own company
But I'm a man, and ain't nobody humping me
Trying to sound like Amerikkka's Most
You could yell all day, but you don't come close
Cause you know I'm the one that flowed
Ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go
With the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B, and y'all disgrace the C-P-T
Cause you're getting fucked out your green by a White boy
With no vaseline
[Hook
Now you're getting done without vaseline (3x)
Damn, it feels good to see people, on it
[Verse 2
The bigger the cap, the bigger the peeling
Who gives a fuck about a punk-ass villain
You're getting fucked real quick
And Eazy's dick is smelling like MC Ren's shit
Tried to tell you a year ago
But Willie D told me to let a ho be a ho, so
I couldn't stop you from getting ganked
Now let's play big-bank-take-little-bank
Tried to diss Ice Cube, it wasn't worth it
Cause the broomstick fit your ass so perfect
Cut my hair? Naw, cut them balls
Cause I heard you like giving up the drawers
Gang-banged by your manager, fella
Getting money out your ass like a mothafucking Ready Teller
Giving up the dollar bills
Now they got The Villain with a purse and high-heels
So don't believe what Ren say
Cause he's going out like Kunte Kinte
But I got a whip for ya, Toby
Used to be my homie, now you act like you don't know me
It's a case of divide-and-conquer
Cause you let a Jew break up my crew
House nigga gotta run and hide
Yelling Compton, but you moved to Riverside
So don't front, MC Ren, cause I remember when you drove a B-210
Broke as a mothafucking joke
Let you on the scene to back up the First Team
It ain't my fault, one nigga got smart
And they ripping your asshole apart
By taking your green, oh yeah
The Villain does get fucked with no vaseline
[Hook
[Verse 3
I never have dinner with the President
I never have dinner with the President
I never have dinner with the President
And when I see your ass again, I'll be hesitant
And I'll think you a snitch
Throw a house nigga in a ditch
Half-pint bitch, fucking your homeboys
You little maggot; Eazy E turned faggot
With your manager, fella
Fucking MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella
But if they were smart as me
Eazy-E a'be hanging from a tree
With no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline
Light em up, burn em up, flame on
Till that Jheri curl is gone
On a permanent vacation, off the Massa plantation
Heard you both got the same bank account
Dumb nigga, what you thinking bout
Get rid of that Devil real simple, put a bullet in his temple
Cause you can't be the Nigga 4 Life crew
With a White Jew telling you what to do
Pulling wools with your scams, now I gotta play the Silence of the Lambs
With a midget who's a punk, too
Trying to fuck me, but I'd rather fuck you
Eric Wright, punk always into something, getting fucked at night
By Mista Shitpacker
Bend over for the goddamn cracker, no vaseline