[Verse 1: Psycho Les]
People call me the drunk, or the thick funk distributor
Looter, bag your whole store like my shooter
Click back, put a hollow point cap in your temple
We get caught, it's strictly mental
A stone crook, I don't go by the book
You can't fool me with your gangster look
I truncate a Judas on my turf for wet pay
When I roll a blunt, they better rollerblade out
And don't try talking bold
Cause I'll smack you with a bat like "Walking Tall"
What? You punk, who's gonna defend you
When I bumrush your a** and stick an icepick in you
Quick, your b**h caught a splinter from my dick
Cause she gave me a woodie in the parking lot behind (McDonald's)
The bed slammer can stick a ho
With my king-size dick, and Don King sized hand again
(2, 3, Break!)
[Verse 2: Fashion]
I got so much of this style coming from my lips while
Washed-up ducks get dumped in motherf**ing sh** piles
Bang, I got my own thang, gang ain't it proper
Drop a hollow-point shelly on a copper
Let 'em f**ing know who's Kool where I'm coming from
Slept for a while on my style now I'm stunning 'em
Bagging 'em, plus I hit their hoes in the mean
Cause all I ever want is fame, b**hes, and the green
Seen crazy n***as get lost in the shuffle
With dreams turned to rubble then bust like a bubble
Ta-dow, now, that's how it's falling
Whether I'm hitting skins or I'm motherf**ing balling
Hanging with my crew on the Peaksk** plain
I throw my sh** when laying a b**h so get off my dick
Trick, you know my style, no it ain't no use
Cause I can keep your ho wet like a f**ing douche
(2, 3, Break!)
[Verse 3: JuJu]
Taking the mic, no haps, I be the owner
My rhymes will make n***as collapse into a coma
Product of a concrete hell, I'm on a mission
Deadly with intent to shell the opposition
f**ing with this flow, come on, yo that's treason
n***as f** around and get shot for no reason
Junkyard n***a, represent every time
Corona's in the house and yo Gab!
[Gab]
(Off the Richter Scale)
My rhymes quake up to a 9.4, ready for war
Come forth, I bust my fronts with your spinal chord
Thought he got the drop, I possessed inside
Better off trying to survive under a cyanide landslide
But that ain't nothing like a penny in the vault
Cause I a**ault n***as who couldn't launch sh** with catapaults
So if you ever hear the name Gab One
Don't even sweat it, the worst hasn't even begun