Look, for contrast, here's a pair of lips Swallowin' Syrup and settin' fire to sheriff's whips (Whoops, whoops!) fuckin' All-American terrorist Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick And me? I just spent a year Ferrisin' And lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is Spit til' the lips meet the bottom of a barrel, so that sterile piss Flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is Narrow, tight line, might impair him since I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, wearin' pack of parasites Threw his own youth off the roof after paradise La di da di, back in here to fuck the party up Raidin' fridges, tippin' over vases with a tommy gun Never dollars, poppa make it rain hockey pucks And 60 day chips from fuckin' awesome anonymous Call him bloated 'til he show 'em that the flow deluxe Off the wall loafers, Four Loko in a cobra clutch Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum And let me hit and beat it with a stick until the hole is numb The culprit of the potent punch Scoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a Folgers cup Or Nevada, drivin' drunk inside a stolen truck Shittin' like his colon bust Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum Supernova, I'm rollin' over the novices And roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as his porridge is Stay gold 'til the case closed and the story end Post mortem porkin' this rap shit and record it To escort it to the morgue again, lord of lips Bored of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list Stormin' the gate, ensurin' the bass Scorchin', leave these motherfuckers sore in torso and face Get at me, we savages, half a pack of Apache Indian pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence As a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky So see me you can't like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi Uh, back like lateral passin' With that motherfucking gladiator manner of rapping As an addict I let percocets and xannies relax me Fall back if your paddies is Maxi Please