The Beatnuts: Pyscho dwarf 2

[ CHORUS ] I wanna fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit! Fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit! I wanna fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit! Fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit! Who up in this piece? [ Psycho Les ] A bunch of thug vandals, runnin drug scandals Pullin hons by their love handles Take their funds, mug their man too Chop their head off, put it on the mantle Beats programmed to stand you and slam you (Wicked man!) Yeah son, that's the ticket Nuts gettin funkier than Wilson Pickett Watch me kick it, Grand Imperial lunatic Get the dough, set the show, wet a hoe with my super dick Nut, then I got ghost You got ta be clean in between, not gross I bust the illy style your ears ain't used to The Nuts make the music for the crowd to get loose to So honeys in the house if you're hot, lift your blouse Brothers if you're thirsty, crack the forty ounce Beats I smack em out the stadium, I never bunted I go all night, you got a light, let's get blunted Light up, pass it, so I can puff You can't get enough of the rugged and rough Anti-pop, we ain't singin like klutz Check it, World's (World's) Famous (Famous) Beat (Beat) Ugh [ JuJu ] Well it's the Junkyard nigga with the funk flow screamin Hardcore, crazy bad breath like a demon Retarded from birth, see, I ain't got no class I used to fart in church and tell the preacher kiss my ass Freakin mad styles catchin seizures, yo It's the Psycho Dwarf killer with a Cesar, bro Ugly like shit, my style's crooked Any piece of ass I ever got is cause I took it Yo, I'm invisible, niggas can't see me, kid I did a short bid and came out cock diesel, kid Junkyard JuJu, so you know Strap full metal jacket every fuckin place I go So play Dionne Warwick's song and Walk On By Or maybe stick around for a Columbian Necktie Whatever the fuck you do, just get out the place I got some shit to blow that smile right off of your face [ Gotti of Nogoodus ] Yo, I'm from a unclean place, my son scheme papes And as a youth I always tried to keep a dumb mean face My lungs seen waste, the live flame keep my records framed All my bitches tame, pen and pencils named, it's all a mental game Haha, y'all make me laugh, bitches takin baths With niggas doin stinky maths, so keep a safety stash Cowards turnin crazy fast, let off a hater's blast Let's show em they really sensitive like newborn baby ass Strictly blazin hays and grass ( ? ) verbal massacres Slash your wrist, make you laugh and piss, you don't know the half of this My style is great, I annihilate a pile of weight Try to take what's mine - mistake, you ain't dyin late Chop your head like a cake and fry your face until your eyeballs dilate Don't ever think you violate, word up, knowmsayin Ain't no one comin in between me and my shit [ CHORUS ] (Hardcore, that make the brothers act fool) --> Erick Sermon