[Verse 1: T-Daddy Stacks]
Major League Spitta
Shout out to A-Money, you ugly as a muh-f**a!
T-Daddy Stacks is back and back at it
Get me on a track, you'll probably lack at it
I mean on it, cause I spit it straight Ebonics
So sit back, sip, track and puff on the chronic
Understand I'm a cotton mouth king
I f**in' dig to speak, so let me do my thing
I'mma bang 'em in the head 'til their f**in' ears ring
Yeah I kick it 'til I'm rough
So take another puff of the sticky icky stuff
Fisticuffs, you think you're tough? I'll call out your bluff
Yeah, mother f**er, yeah it's tough love
I'm the best, the greatest and all of the above
[Verse 2 : Q-Bone]
Going to the house of my lady friend
Parents home so I sneak in
Yeah I creep in
We gon' freak all weekend
Girl got me on a schedule
A'int no time to sleep in
Like the way I'm feeling
Love the life I'm living
Hot girls I'm wheeling
Yeah, she got a red thong
Tell me that's not appealing
Shawty look so sick
And I need some s**ual healing
So I, dive in and I start to swim
And then she, cast the line and get to reeling
She tells me that her love I'm stealing
Got her going so high she 'bout to hit the ceiling
Not about to commit though
Stealing love call me criminal
Won't stop 'til I hit yo
Ass why you sa**in' me
Quit the drama girl you actin like it's a catastrophe
And actually, your body is a masterpiece
I pa** glances, hoping just to catch a peek
I move closer, checking out your fine physique
You're so unique can't wait to freak
Gonna be honest, you're not the only one
Got a few on the list
A record breaking run
Got more on the way
The list it far from done
Some say it's wrong
I'm known as the unholy one
[Verse 3: Joe Grizzly]
Welcome to Rack City
Population: 2... extra large titties
I'm the muh-f**in champ
Check out how I get the p**y damp
Bring a b**h home, then I lick it like a stamp
Then I'm gonna bang her 'til I f**in get a cramp
OW!
Oh damn, check out my shirt
When I f** you I'm gonna make it hurt
I wish I was a midget looking up your skirt
And I'm thinking about all the things I wanna insert
Joe Grizz, check out my swag
This rap rap game, yeah I got it in the bag
Hoes gon' cheat and b**hes gon' nag
Anyone who says "yeah, you?" is a f*g
Oh sh**, step up your game
Keep your mouth empty of my muh-f**in name
All these rap b**hes is the muh-f**in same
And I think outside the box, big picture like a frame