AIDS

[Verse 1: Kool G Rap]

Yo, how the fuck can I angle this? In plain English, bitches are armed and dangerous

With mad diseases from their pussy pieces to their anuses

Their legs get wider, put y’all venom in ‘em like a spider, so

I’m a skydiver with nothing but roughriders inside her ‘cause

I loves mine, the whole nine, so I’m protected, son

Because I can’t go out like Leslie Nielsen with The Naked Gun

I’m not the one to be played and laid down an AIDS patient

Fried up and dried up like raisins—I’d rather go out blazing

Gots to watch himself and grab the three-pack off the shelf

And that bitch ain’t concerned about her health, the nigga go for delf

‘Cause running up in ‘em cancer, put you flat down on your back

That’s why I react estates, roll with hats for the bozack

[Verse 2: Akinyele]

Yo, Akifella staying paid, but I’m afraid of the disease

I’m on some Liberace shit, and I’m not talking dying from AIDS

I’m talking out, pushing keys, motherfucker, please

I see y’all type of addicts sucking on pipes like craftmatics

With that John Starks walk, sparking the rock all erratic

Packing bitches on my block, grabbing my cock like automatics

They want to get their Salt-N-Pepa shoot on

Supermarket start fucking for free, using their pussy for coupons

Don’t get me wrong, I’ll fuck them daisy dukes on all day

Reclining black on Band-Aids so I don’t catch the first AIDS

[Bridge: MF Grimm]

You fuck around, you lay around, so I’ll wonder why

You play games with your niggas, quickly you will die

You think it can’t happen, you’re living a lie

Safe sex or don’t try

[Chorus]

Protect yourself

Oh, protect yourself

Stay away from body bags and use a mag (Safe sex or don’t try)

[Verse 3: MF Grimm]

Tricks are for kids, so you better wear a bag

Sleeping with the enemy, toes get tagged

Situation is life-or-death

And if you’re waiting for the antidote, please don’t hold your breath

‘Cause some are sexually infected

On the down-low you can be injected

With the needle or through a transfusion

Recognize AIDS is no illusion

Reality, it is total devastation

Actuality, it destroys whole nations

Evilly, it controls population

Long terror from a short abbreviation: A-I-D-S

[Verse 4: CJ Moore]

Uh-huh, the pussy-pusher butt-fuck with punani, pump

And switch a big dick up inside your rump, with rubber bubbles I boom

Better stick buns then run, blast the mommy, kamikaze

Fucking trick chickens like a swami

Johnny keep ‘em stuffed and muffed in “oh-oh-oh’s”

CJ got dicks [?]

Vertical banger, slanging penis into Venus

And you know he’s gone with more [?] protection than Farrakhan

[Verse 5: Big Chuck]

I don’t discriminate—whoever

I get in a girl and make that thing-thing wetter, and make you think this music’s better

So you can hit me raw-diggity hopefully

And you will be another human dying ‘cause of me

And those who think I can’t touch you, trust me

Once I’m up in that fucking ass, I will crush you

Plus you will leave your whole family in shambles

Another black car, a church filled with candles

[Chorus]

Protect yourself

Oh, protect yourself

Stay away from body bags and us a mag

Protect yourself

Oh, protect yourself

Stay away from body bags and use a mag