Got damn, Im glad yall set it off.
Used to be hard, now youre just wet and soft.
First you was down with the AK,
and now I see you on a video with Michelle?
Lookin like straight bozos.
I saw it comin, thats why I went solo.
And kept on stompin,
when yall mothafuckers moved straight outta Compton.
Livin with the whites, one big house,
and not another nigga in site.
I started off with too much cargo,
dropped four niggas now Im makin all the dough.
White man just rulin.
The Niggas With Attitudes -- who ya foolin?
Yall niggas just phony,
I put that on my mama and my dead homeys.
Yella Boys on your team, so youre losin;
Ay yo Dre, stick to producin.
Callin me Arnold, but you Been-a-dick;
Eazy E saw your ass and went in it quick.
You got jealous when I got my own company,
but Im a man, and aint nobody helpin me.
Tryin to sound like Amerikkkas Most,
you could yell all day but you dont come close.
Cuz you know Im the one that flown,
ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go.
With the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B, and yall disgrace the C-P-T.
Cuz youre gettin fucked out your green by a white boy,
with no vaseline...
"Now youre gettin done without vaseline..."
"Damn, it feels good to see people...on it"
The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin,
who gives a fuck about a punk-ass villain?
Youre gettin fucked real quick,
and Eazys dick, is smellin like MC Rens shit.
Tried to tell you a year ago,
but Willie D told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so
I couldnt stop you from gettin ganked,
now lets play big-bank-take-little-bank.
Tried to dis Ice Cube, it wasnt worth it
cuz the broomstick fit your ass so perfect.
Cut my hair and Ill cut them balls,
cuz I heard youre, like, givin up the drawers.
Gang-banged by your manager, fella,
gettin money out your ass, like a mothafuckin Ready Teller.
Givin up the dollar bills,
now they got the Villain with a purse and high-heels.
So dont believe what Ren say,
cuz hes goin out like Kunte Kinte,
but I got a whip for ya Toby;
used to be my homey, now you act like you dont know me.
Its a case of divide-and-conquer,
cuz you let a Jew break up my crew.
House nigga gotta run and hide,
yellin Compton, but you moved to Riverside.
So dont front, MC Ren, cuz I remember when you drove a B 2-10.
Broke as a mothafuckin joke.
Let you on the scene to back up the Verse Team.
It aint my fault, one nigga got smart,
and they rippin your asshole apart.
By takin your green, oh yeah,
the Villain does get fucked with no vaseline.
I never have dinner with the President.
I never have dinner with the President.
I never have dinner with the President.
And when I see your ass again, Ill be hesitant.
Now I think you a snitch,
throw a house nigga in a ditch.
Half-pint bitch, fuckin your homeboys.
You little maggot; Eazy E turned faggot.
With your manager, fella,
fuckin MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella.
But if they were smart as me,
Eazy E would be hangin from a tree.
With no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline.
Light em up, burn em up, flame on...
till that Jheri curl is gone.
On a permanent vacation, off the Massa plantation.
Heard you both got the same bank account,
dumb nigga, what you thinkin bout?
Get rid of that Devil real simple, put a bullet in his temple.
Cuz you cant be the Nigga 4 Life crew
with a white Jew tellin you what to do.
Pullin wools with your scams, now I gotta play the Silence of the Lambs.
With a midget whos a punk too,
tryin to fuck me, but Id rather fuck you.
Eric Wright, punk, always into somethin, gettin fucked at night.
By Mista Shitpacker, bend over for the gotdamn cracker, no vaseline...
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