[Produced by Nameless]
[Monster Lobo]
We should do, snort some c**aine
I got a little bit of morphine at home
Yeah, that's what I wanna do
That's a little f**ing crime
But I don't give a f**, I wanna f**ing have a good time
Pa**in this beat to John
He's a f**ing thug at singing
But this isn't singing, this is f**ing rapping
[P-Stunna]
Look at my dick it's big
Look at my dick it's big
When I hop the fence my big dick f**s your b**h
Now I look at your b**h
That b**h is a snitch
She put me in jail
And she ain't even pay my bail
So I served the whole time
Then I went to court
And when I was at court
n***a I got bored
Now I'm tired of rapping
So I'm about to start trapping
Bang bang
Now I'm gonna pa** the mic
To a motherf**in dyke
[Spic]
I don't give a f** if you call me a f**ing dyke
I am not gay, I like f**ing p**y
I don't give a f** what you say, but I'm gonna k** it
Check it, I like p**y
[?]
I like p**y, not dick
You can call me gay, but you're a f*ggot
[Monster Lobo]
Ooh, he f**ing k**ed it
He's a spic but he f**ing k**ed it
He loves that p**y, that he gets every month
I said every month, but I messed that sh** with a week
Guru's gonna k** it, he's f**ing good, yeah
[Golden Guru]
Ooh ooh, I'm bout to k** it
Ooh ooh, I'm bout to k** it
Ooh ooh, I'm bout to k** it
Check it
I like them big ole titties, and they round
I wanna put my dick in that motherf**ing brown
Make it swish around
Cum on her face
Now I put that on a b**h cause she got some f**ing braces
Ooh, take it back
I don't wanna get my dick f**ing chapped
In a f**ing strap
Cause these b**hes don't know how to f**ing rap
I'm just chillin with my n***as
[Nameless]
Yo check it
I'mma do the rapping and the beat
I'm not gonna rap about the p**y
Imma rap about k**ing n***as in the street
But really I don't do that, I just smoke the blunt
You see, we all just hit the f**ing blunt
I'm still doin the beat
[?]
I get the f**ing p**y
You see I lied earlier, don't you see
Ay
I just rapped about the p**y
How I eat it, how I beat it, how I do it everyday, aye
[Monster Lobo]
Talks about how he gets the p**y, every f**ing day aye
That's a f**ing lie
[?]
He likes dick in his a**, yeah
[Nameless]
Yo I think the song is over
Cause we just reached four minutes
And now the weight is on my shoulders
To end this track and see if I can spit it, aye
Is it Guru?
Or P-Stunna?
Or will it be the almighty f**ing Spic
[Golden Guru]
Chillin
Chillin like I'm Krillen
But I keep it k**in
Cause I can't rhyme with villian
(You ain't a Krillen)
I'm Krillen
Now I'm in this world illin
I'm about to take a sh**, the sh** might f**ing stink
Chell it
I said chell it
I meant to check it
Check it, check it, check it, check it
[Nameless]
I see the rapper is me
[?]
You see I'm just chillin over here
So bring all the blunts and f**ing drinks over here
I ain't talking bout to Tequila
I'm talking about the sh** that they gave us
You see, Christian can make drinks
I don't know what the f** it was, but it got me weak
I'm kinda f**ing tipsy
My voice just cracked, it was really embarra**ing
[?] so just rewind it
[Monster Lobo]
He just skipped f**ing Spic
That's a diss on my f**ing block
He's gonna f**ing get shot
By all the f**ing Glocks
[Nameless]
Hey Spic can you finish it
[Spic]
I'll finish it, hey we needa stop making this beat cause we are gonna wake everyone up