Straight up, yeah
Turn it up, damn it!
Ha-ha ha-ha he-he
Ha-ha, yeah yeah yeah
That's right, I overdid it, holmes
Ha-ha, I had too much to drink
That's why I'm trying to talk to the sink
’Fore you blink you better tuck your ring
’Fore I swing at your head and tell cops I had probable means
Kon ain't playing, got the inner cannon in the belt for laying niggas
Flat on they back without spraying, ho!
Cut the fake shit, I'll meet you at your wake with Take 6
While they singing to your mom's, I'm waving (hey, bitch)
Lay dick after it's over with
And light wicks on dynamite sticks just to blow shit
(Ah-ah, no he didn't) Yes I did, now shut the hell up
And give me your before I nail ya
Hell yeah, might as well say I belong in Bellevue
Rob banks and replace the money with IOUs
Wanna get on? Study Denaun chapters
Get naked, run backwards get kick out and ask a cop for acid
D12 is your local weed sellers
We throw a pipe bong in your chest until you're Elvis
A man on bitches like Dracula's teeth
We banging clits and ovaries 'til they dry (for sheez!)
