[Sample]
"I have lived my life...I have dreamed my dreams
Now d**h, take me away"
[Verse One: Verbal Kent]
Ayo my raps are like the facts of life
We are less alike
You're raps are {edited out} just like the cast of Facts Of Life
Let me cast a light
Shed it even
I don't give a f** about getting even
Cause if I did I'd be in the crib in a Posture'
Monster, underneath the bed you're sleeping
Drink 'til I'm real real wildly
Grab a pen can't stop me
f** around re-write k** Bill
Have it with Uma Thurman and Bill Cosby
Have a puddy puddy pop in his a**hole
Make him pop pills, wake up buck naked
Ass up, pants tied with his mouth all [?] faced
Found in the ground in a sandcastle
I'm a motherf**ing master, ask the body
No asterisk, I'll body bag somebody
So acrobatic, I'll bet you're acrobotic, Inspector Gadget
Go-Go Robo Bo Jackson body
Never been a better metaphor four slinger
Show me a beat I ain't a four four king of
And I'll fork over a four course dinner
I'm gonna put four little holes in a foe denim
You keep closing the suitcase b**h
I keep doe in a suitcase b**h
Two identicals, do a suitcase switch
Pay me your Adrian Peterson switch
Maybe get rich
Eat at Gibson's on a Tuesday lunch
Got a hunch Tuesday you'll be at the Liquor Boy Towne Center every Tuesday brunch
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Now I lay me down to sleep
Bad b**h laying right next to me
Sexing me, wake up, beat that p**y with my diamond teeth
These n***as be downing me
These hoes should be crowning me
Crowning me, G.I. n***a
Church/crack house n***as both down the streets
Which one you gon' run to? How much bread can he run through?
Digging in the muhf**ing pack, man you can't make back what the dope man front you
[?] homicide is what it come to
Black masks when we come through
12 gauge hit him in his ribs cause a motherf**er did what a n***a can't undo
Bloody murder, murder
Nah, nah can't take that back
f** the Feds I won't tell 'em sh**, go to my grave with that
Homeboy wanna go half on a brick, yeah yeah I stay with that
Had some snitches slip through the clique
Might bring my pager back
I don't know why these n***as be downing me
These hoes should be crowning me
Cop a pound, half a pound, quarter pound, an ounce from me
Bought a b**h a pair of J's, she's bagging dope and count for me
New Jack City with the titties out
Turn around and see what this dick about
Gibbs
[Hook]