I wasn't born mean I was pushed to trechary I walked the streets looking for some puss to fetch me I like a veggie brain, turn to mush Edgy enough to give Reggie Bush a wedgie If he don't give me Kim things could get messy So pass that ass to me, let me squish the left cheek And pressed against the right one till it's smushed against me And leave a dead body in the woods the mc With the Christopher Reeves beef, we started off on the wrong foot Or should I say fake leg, made outta wood? I shouldn't, yes I should Riding through the hood, I'm chilling with Westwood I'm quite mellow, a white fellow My pee is bright yellow, I like jello, I'm like hello To a cute little dike on the mic, 'm kinda like... Iron Mike cos I bite earlobes Well, I must must say well uh I'm just not gay well I I'm must must say um well See I'm the first to class and the last to leave I mean I'm the first one to leave out of class, believe That I'm a mailbox pimp in my heart til' I die Even after I'm all gone and my ashes fry Went from ashy guy, class clown this high Runyons ave's the click, D12's the gang We been spitting; this **** since we was little baby's Gaga googoo nana, nanny booboo? Word to my homie Em, I'm just too too clever A 45 shot'll leave a ************s face lop-sided The kick from the barrel make you think I'm **** eyed-ed When I bust it off in the crow, you start diving Greg Louganis in over the bar, I ain't lyin' Hot I ain't equal, it's not defying a soldier Runyons Ave soldier equals death when it's over There's nothing colder than *****s than understranded struggle Fly the street muscle, We been had the hussle We been had the hussle, We been had the hussle Fly the street muscle, We been had the hussle Me and Westwood blasting off Jacking off in a pair of Acid Wash, bumping Asher Roth Crusin Gratiot till I damn near crash the car Tryna smash a moth on the dash, hit the overpass-went off Over the bridge, into on coming traffic Caused a massive 42 car pile up, not a scratch at all Hocked up holding a axe and saw Jason mask is off but my face is plastered in Tabasco sauce Spitting flames, kicking fire out ya ass Ya little bastard, you can pass it on, I'm battery acid dog You don't wanna get my ass ticked off I'm harder than playing basketball when I'm going through crack withdraw ****'s so big it's like estlastic I tie it in a knot and it looks like Mr. Fantastic Crossed the path of plastic man, with a drastic force and went spastic Put my ***** on Classic Sports
I wasn't born mean I was pushed to trechary I walked the streets looking for some puss to fetch me I like a veggie brain, turn to mush Edgy enough to give Reggie Bush a wedgie If he don't give me Kim things could get messy So pass that ass to me, let me squish the left cheek And pressed against the right one till it's smushed against me And leave a dead body in the woods the mc With the Christopher Reeves beef, we started off on the wrong foot Or should I say fake leg, made outta wood? I shouldn't, yes I should Riding through the hood, I'm chilling with Westwood I'm quite mellow, a white fellow My pee is bright yellow, I like jello, I'm like hello To a cute little dike on the mic, 'm kinda like... Iron Mike cos I bite earlobes Well, I must must say well uh I'm just not gay well I I'm must must say um well See I'm the first to class and the last to leave I mean I'm the first one to leave out of class, believe That I'm a mailbox pimp in my heart til' I die Even after I'm all gone and my ashes fry Went from ashy guy, class clown this high Runyons ave's the click, D12's the gang We been spitting; this **** since we was little baby's Gaga googoo nana, nanny booboo? Word to my homie Em, I'm just too too clever A 45 shot'll leave a ************s face lop-sided The kick from the barrel make you think I'm **** eyed-ed When I bust it off in the crow, you start diving Greg Louganis in over the bar, I ain't lyin' Hot I ain't equal, it's not defying a soldier Runyons Ave soldier equals death when it's over There's nothing colder than *****s than understranded struggle Fly the street muscle, We been had the hussle We been had the hussle, We been had the hussle Fly the street muscle, We been had the hussle Me and Westwood blasting off Jacking off in a pair of Acid Wash, bumping Asher Roth Crusin Gratiot till I damn near crash the car Tryna smash a moth on the dash, hit the overpass-went off Over the bridge, into on coming traffic Caused a massive 42 car pile up, not a scratch at all Hocked up holding a axe and saw Jason mask is off but my face is plastered in Tabasco sauce Spitting flames, kicking fire out ya ass Ya little bastard, you can pass it on, I'm battery acid dog You don't wanna get my ass ticked off I'm harder than playing basketball when I'm going through crack withdraw ****'s so big it's like estlastic I tie it in a knot and it looks like Mr. Fantastic Crossed the path of plastic man, with a drastic force and went spastic Put my ***** on Classic Sports
