[talking] - look y'all gotta get in fuckin' line if you want to get served...put the money in her... look I know y'all used to them bottles of that piss yellow...you fuck this we closin' shit out...If I'm as ill when I'm makin' my arms achinholdin this baby over the roof when my incubus cd skips...my wrist slips, look over the edge and score the bitchon the land of them flips man start handin me dames or clipsfuck it - start squeezin' - shootin' mofuckers for no reasonam I buggin when I burnt the flames after rubbin - gasoline on my arms and chest and start huggin'people in the precinct like cousins by the dozens when they question me I say where I wasn'tpretty bm puttin holes in your civic out the window shermed up if you say I don't live itshits landin your grills holdin a divit large enough large enough forecast fema to pivotor is it Chris Palko that's givin these bitches mouthfulsthen it's thank you notes on their face with scalpalsck won yeah for ck runyour dough bitches I leave and tip y'all in onesout of dough you might wake up with a mouth full of cumand it's eat the rag I wipe with when I'm doneck won yeah for ck runyour pockets dawg you keep the lint and the crumbsif you climb out the trunk be happy to see sunnot get the fuck back to work and get me some more fundsNow don't start gettin jumpy I'm happy to pump 3clips to your face then set out to leave the countrybitch smack enabled the quick snack scoop out the twat and get whats left of the bitch backeat later rap to heat haters pimp like I feed em feet first to gatorsskin grafts can't hide the brand and then rolled up here with your husband after my hands in itthen send em home with three of my mans in it cuz I'm no prince like protective palm laminatesthink shits silly now watch the nine milly - put this really dull bitch brains all in the bellythat's fifty k more fifty more to gun or play back to the lab with a big tittied run awayguess who aint gonna pay to paint islands gettin head from a wilin bitch and still drivinck won yeah for ck runyour dough bitches I leave and tip y'all in onesout of dough you might wake up with a mouth full of cumand it's eat the rag I wipe with when I'm doneck won yeah for ck runyour pockets dawg you keep the lint and the crumbsif you climb out the trunk be happy to see sunnot get the fuck back to work and get me some more fundsI left a trail of dead nurses kept the ID from their pursesstarted my own 1 900 number service...gettin mad at earth is a waste of timestill collectin note when I'm too wasted to rhymeyou in the basement online with the webcam, go get your head slammed limbs broke bedpanall for this bitch played you for chris, IV in your wrist and fist pumpin you Cage pisswith the incidentals of cage kennylz cut through the panties with the rocks and the dentalsspeakin of which no gifts for the snatch unless you want diamond earings with earlobes attachedshoot up an M5 and whoever in it cuz I ain't got one and I ain't waitin a minuteif the ransom ain't met then I ain't cakey to floss cheeze grater to face and start scrapin it off...ck won yeah for ck runyour dough bitches I leave and tip y'all in onesout of dough you might wake up with a mouth full of cumand it's eat the rag I wipe with when I'm doneck won yeah for ck runyour pockets dawg you keep the lint and the crumbsif you climb out the trunk be happy to see sunnot get the fuck back to work and get me some more funds[sample from a clockwork orange]"Down in the snook of the duke of new york - now they knew who was master and leader"
