D-12 - Under The Influence lyrics

So you can s** my dick if you don't like, my sh** 'Cause I was high when I wrote this so s**, my dick, ha ha! Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties A young a** man with a trash can strapped to the back of his a** So the rats can't chew through his last pants I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightning Frightened with five little white Vicadin pills bitin' him I'm like a f**in' wasp in the hospital lost Stingin' the f** outta everything I come across in the halls I light a candle and place it up on the mantle Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the f**in' handle So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin' Just it's too late 'Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains I'm an instigator, .380 slug penetrator Degradin', creatin' murders to k** haters Accused for every crime known through the equator They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin' blood on my 'gators My weed will hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge an' I'm a black grenade that will blow up in yo' face With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do sh** on purpose You never hear me say, "Forgiv me" I'm snatchin' every penny it gotta be that way n***a, face it That weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it You hidin', I make the president get a face lift n***as just afraid, handin' me they bracelets Chillin' in the lab wasted I'm the type that'll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight So you can s** my dick if you don't like, my sh** 'Cause I was high when I wrote this so s**, my dick 'Cause I don't give a f** if you don't like, my sh** 'Cause I was high when I wrote this so s**, my dick I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my preacher on fire Slashin' your tires, flyin' down Fenkel and Meyers Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired Jackin' my dick off in a bed of barbed wire (Hey, is Bizarre performing?) b**h didn't you read the flier? Special invited guest will be, Richard Pryor (Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah b**h, I'm retired f**in' your b**h in the a** with a tire iron I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip My D-J's in a coma for Lettin' the record skip Lettin' the record skip Lettin' the record skip (Damn!) I'm f**in' anything when I'm snortin' It's gonna cost three hundred dollars to get my pit bull an abortion Some b**h asked for my autograph I called her a who*e, spit beer in her face and laughed I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam All b**hes is hoes, even my stinkin' a** mom Ah-yo flashback, two feats, two deep up in that a** crack Weed laced with somethin' n***a pa** that In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats At a 'Stop the Violence' rally, I blast gats Be your mom on publishin', get your ASCAP-ped The Kuniva, divide up your cash stack Run your motherf**in' pockets, asap I don't need a platinum chain, b**h I snatch Shaq's Born loser, half thief and half black Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at b**h smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked And found chopped up in a trash bag Stranglin' rappers until the point they can't yell 'Cause they crew is full of f*gs and sweeter than bake sales Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace Gruesome, and causin' more violence than nine hoodlums I grapple your adam's apple until it crackle Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you Get executed, cause I'm a "Luni" I got a "Yukmouth" and it's polluted I co*k it back then shoot it I love snatchin' up players thugs and young ballers Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers Brigade barricade to bring the noise While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys If I go solo, I'm doin' a song with Bolo A big Chinese n***a, screamin' "Kuniva yo yo" I leave ya face leakin', run up in church And smack the preacher while he's preachin' Take a swing at the deacon I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight I was straight 'til I got caught sellin' 'em shake I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent I got kicked out of summer camp for havin' s** in my tent With the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water In cahoots with this n***a named Carlisle Von Who got fired from U-P-S for tryin' to send you a bomb (Special delivery!) I signed to a local label for fun Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run Drive-by you in the rain while you carry your son Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none Born straight up out a p**y but a son of a gun Got a reputation for havin' n***as runnin' they funds Used to be the type of n***a that was foldin' some one's 'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough So you can s** my dick if you don't like, my sh** 'Cause I was high when I wrote this so s**, my dick 'Cause I don't give a f** if you don't like, my sh** 'Cause I was high when I wrote this so s**, my dick Ha ha, s** my motherf**in' dick D-12, Dirty motherf**in' dozen Nasty like a stank s*ut b**h with thirty f**in' husbands Bizarre kid Swifty McVeigh The Kon Artis The Kuniva Dirty Harry Ha ha, and Slim Shady