Tim Westwood - Unsocially Unacceptable Intro lyrics

[Yelawolf] But crack another fifth and pour it up Cuz I'm bored as f** with these rappers Shady there is no more of us [Judicious] Yelawolf I am in some sort of rush I hit the floor and bust so fast, dogs bark stop short and mush Outside of baseball, I ain't amount to a quart of much bu*t f** the ducks, blow pups, while chickens flirt and cluck The crappers over flowed with sh**, but there's more to flush f** a mop this turd won't brush, LL Cool J wouldn't say I'm bored and hush I spit at who*es and cuss, f** MILFs, GILFs Stifler that dust This verse is stuffed, with words as such Converged to lure you to the clutch, of my palm it hurts I must Smoke herb in blunts, gut and roll this game I scored a dutch But I will shush with the repeating of or and ush Though I must switch it up, like a multi flavor slush Call me Judicious, I'm too vicious when I chew and rip this Beat, so you don't, over view and miss this I go in too ballistic, kick your dick and hit your nuts with a branch Then smear the P and K from your b**h's lipstick I'm loud but these toes you couldn't tip this, kid I'm too sadistic And artistic, this truistic dude will make you spew the truth until you feel autistic My stylistic flow will show the hoes your tits are his statistic This linguistic show isn't simplistic, when I'm on Shady I might feel hollistic Kick the logistics, with a sick mix of six stiffs plus this b**h 3 and 4 on the team, zebra looking real mean, calling a sh**ty game but I can't blame him My aim ain't in the zone and my catcher won't frame em Put down your iPhone, and keep blazing Realize who's really razor blading this whole nation I keep hearing Slaughterhouse s**s, and Em's too mainstream and too mean f** that I scream like Friendly's, when I got all these enemies that ain't no friend of me What I mean is I'm clashing white and black in my rap This cracka's whack he'll snap in half, and go back to the lab with mad Scientists, tryin sh**, findin its, time to, die in sh** f** number 2, I'm gunning for the one Shady Records get it done for fun let it run Here we go Em I wrote you before, four score or more years ago Lyrical, I knew I'd never hear from you So now I write in spite of life, I'm white you'll like my bite I'm nice You might fly a kite, get high tonight