Greg / Bitches Ain't Shit (Mixed)

[Verse]

Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg

Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg

Go to bed with the keg, wake up with the 40

Mix it with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D

Fuck an acid tab, I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead

Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead

No more said, case closed, end of discussion

I'm blowing up like spontaneous human combustion

Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas

Cross the bombers? We blowing up your house, killing your parеnts

And coming back to get your foster mamas

And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus

'Causе I ain't making no more threats

I'm doing drive-bys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets

I'm more or less sick in the head

Maybe more 'cause I smoked crack today, yesterday and the day before

Saboteur, walk the block with a Labrador

Strapped with more corral for war than El Salvador

Foul style galore, verbal cow manure

Coming together like an eyebrow on Al B. Sure

Motherfucker