Lyrics:

Big mama
selling narcotta
How much do it cost, bitch?
None, zip, notta
Run from policia
hate, no drama
Fresh new Adidas
for the new-born stamina

Flows so pretty
I would turn around
and fuck it
Asian girl screams
sends a Bangkok ruckus
not a crack pipe
but I crack pipe vocally
Pipe kids down with
the black and local league

Got a big layer of bullshit
that covers me
Spying on your girl
from a tree
like Discovery-Channel
Bust through your
girls Vag-canal
Fuck 'er in the ass
less humps than a camel

Yo, riddle this fictitious
little kittle
That rinses dishes
Blow kisses to bad girls
they flinch inches

Mad sketchy like Craig's List
Ain't shit, ya'll finish short
like a midget at the races
When I'm on the beat
I'm some-like a cypher
podium possessed
picked, keep an old school

Like a typewriter
or knightrides
a horeslum
a nightrider
Or something like a king bombed it
On all these Alquedas

Bitch

Dont want this
in the thin line
Between a piece of shit and
A battle of ill minds
I got dumb people
that be testing my rounds
But I can bet
around the process of
These steadily-inclined
So when they ask who am I
Make their death slow and they feel the pain
And when Im not on my pill
My brain deteriorates
And I go insane.