Under the Influence

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So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick, ha ha!

Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies 
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats can't chew through his last pants 
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightning
 Frightened with five little white Vicadin pills bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital lost
Stingin' the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls 
I light a candle and place it up on the mantle 
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin' handle 
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'
It's just too late
'Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains 

I'm an instigator, .380 slug penetrator 
Degradin', creatin' murders to kill haters  Accused for every crime known through the equator 
They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin' blood on my 'gators
My weed will hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge an'
I'm a black grenade that will blow up in yo' face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do shit on purpose 
You never hear me say, "Forgive me"
I'm snatchin' every penny it gotta be that way nigga, face it
That weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it
You hidin', I make the president get a face lift
 Niggas just afraid, handin' me they bracelets 
Chillin' in the lab wasted 
I'm the type that'll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site
And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight 

So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick

I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my preacher on fire
Slashin' your tires, flyin' down Fenkel and Meyers  Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired 
Jackin' my dick off in a bed of barbed wire
(Hey, is Bizarre performing?)
 Bitch didn't you read the flier?
 Special invited guest will be, Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm retired 
Fuckin' your bitch in the ass with a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip
My D-J's in a coma for
Lettin' the record skip
Lettin' the record skip
Lettin' the record skip (Damn!)
I'm fuckin' anything when I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost three hundred dollars to get my pit bull an abortion 
Some bitch asked for my autograph 
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed 
I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam 
All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin' ass mom

Ay-yo flashback, two feats, two deep up in that ass crack 
Weed laced with somethin', nigga pass that
In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats
At a 'Stop the Violence' rally, I blast gats
Be your mom on publishin', get your ASCAP-ped
The Kuniva, divide up your cash stack 
Run your motherfuckin' pockets, ASAP 
I don't need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq's
Born loser, half thief and half black  Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at
 Bitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked 
And found chopped up in a trash bag

Stranglin' rappers until the point they can't yell
'Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales 
Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace 
Gruesome, and causin' more violence than nine hoodlums 
I grapple your Adam's apple until it crackle 
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, 'cause I'm a loonie 
I got a "Yukmouth" and it's polluted 
I cock it back then shoot it
I love snatchin' up players thugs and young ballers
 Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers
 Brigade barricade to bring the noise  While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a song with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga, screamin' "Kuniva yo yo"
I leave ya face leakin', run up in church 
And smack the preacher while he's preachin'
Take a swing at the deacon 

I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight 
I was straight 'til I got caught sellin' 'em shake 
I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for havin' sex in my tent
With the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order 
I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water 
In cahoots with this nigga named Carlisle Von
Who got fired from U-P-S for tryin' to send you a bomb
(Special delivery!)
I signed to a local label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none
Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin' niggas runnin' they funds 
Used to be the type of nigga that was foldin' some one's
'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough 

So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like, my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick

Ha ha, suck my motherfuckin' dick
D-12, dirty motherfuckin' dozen  Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin' husbands  Bizarre kid
 Swifty McVeigh
The Kon Artis 
The Kuniva  Dirty Harry
Ha ha, and Slim Shady


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