Looks like it's gonna be a great day today To get some fresh air like a stray on a straightaway Hey you, got a light? nah, a Bud Light Early in the morning, face crud from like a mud fight Looky here, it's just the way the cookie tear Prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle rookie year The rocket scientist, with a pocket wine list Some even say he might need some puss-psychiatrist Doom, are you pondering what I'm pondering? Yes, but why would the darn thing be wandering? She's like a foundling, barely worth fondling My posse's on raw really momma I want to sing Mad plays the bass like the race card Villain on the case to break shards and leave her face scarred Groovy dude, not to prove to be rude But this stuff is like what you might put on movie food Uh, what is jalapenas Get it like a whuppin' when you holla at your seniors Dolla he can overhear the hashish vena