GDP - Gonzo Journalism lyrics

Fifty through an E-Z Pa**, blasting Black Sabbath Driving to Manhattan on a head full of acid Then put the blunt out on the dash before the tunnel I'm spun and got an interview in twenty Bump ups so by the time I'm at the club I'm sobered up Rambling on while some freelancer pretends to be familiar with my catalogue Where you from? West Orange Describe your style. Retarded What's the Hip Hop scene like on the East Coast these days? HOT garbage What kinda d** you do? All of 'em Favorite food? Hot sauce Weapon of choice? Ball point pen Where you shop? Division East, but people give me clothes for free Favorite venue? Meatlocker where no-goods would smoke leak up in the sideroom I be high too, cheers and brews with dudes that ain't never finished high school Rough and young is the f** up for animal blood Two hundred kids, one unis** bathroom covered in mud I'm just glad to be piss-drunk in such good company And let the tumbleweed bring out the inner monk in me Like if the sound system's busted, then f** the beat and catch wreck to an a capell-- s**ers Leave. (Get them out of there.)