Under The Influence (feat. D12)

So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit

'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick

Two pills I pop, till my pupils swell up like two pennies

I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid 20's

A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass

So the rats can't chew through his last pants

I'm like a mummy at night, fighting with bright lightning

Frightened with five little white Vicodin pills bitin' him

I'm like a fucking wasp in the hospital, lost

Stinging the fuck out of everything I come across in the halls

I light a candle and place it up on the mantle

Grab a knife by the blade and stab you with the fucking handle

So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds hurtin'

(Bitch, it's too late)

'Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains

I'm an instigator, three-eighty slug penetrator

They bring creative murders to kill haters

Accused for every crime known to the equator

They knew I did it, for having blood on my gators

My weed'll hit your chest like a double-barreled gaugean

I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in your face

With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Henny I do shit on purpose

You'll never hear me say forgive me

I'm snatchin' every penny, it's gotta be that way

Nigga, face it, that weed I sold to you? Relate, lace it

You had it, I'll make the President get a face-lift

Niggas just afraid, handing me their bracelets

Chilling in the lab wasted

I'm the type that'll drink Kaluha and Gin, and throw up on the mic

Don't like this rule, you get socked right on sight

And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight

So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit

'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick

'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit

'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick

I'm a compulsive liar, set my preacher on fire

Slash your tires, find out, thinking they're mine

Plate's expired, so as soon as I'm hired, I'm fired

Jacking my dick off in a band of barbed wires

Hey, is Bizarre performing?

Bitch, didn't you read the flyer?

Special invited guest will be Richard Pryor

Aren't you a male dancer?

Naw, bitch, I'm retired, for fuckin' a bitch in the ass with a tire iron

I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip

My DJ's in a coma for letting the record skip

Letting the record skip, letting the record skip (damn!)

I'm fuckin' anything when I'm snortin'

It's gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pitbull an abortion

Some bitch asked for my autograph

I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed

I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam

All bitches are hoes, even my stinkin' ass mom

Ayo, flashback, two seats, too deep up in that ass crack

Weed laced with something, nigga pass that

In Amsterdam we only hang out with hashrats

At a Stop The Violence rally

I blast gats, be it a mom or publishing

Get your ASCAP-ed, the Kuniva, divider

Yo cash that, run your motherfucking pockets

ASAP, I don't need a platinum chain

Bitch, I'll snatch Shaq's, born loser

Half thief and half black

Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at

Bitch smack 'em, rich rappers get ejac-jacked

And found chopped up in a trash bag

We stranglin' rappers to the point they can't yell

'Cause their crew is full of fags, sweeter than bake sells

Wreckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace

Cruising and causing more trouble than nine hoodlums

I rattle your Adam's apple untill it crackles

Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you

Get executed, 'cause I'm a looney

I got an adept mind, and it's polluted

I cock it back then shoot it

I love snatchin' up players, thugs, and young ballers

Shoot up they household, even the young toddlers

Brigades barricade to bring the noise

While the bullets wrap you bones up like Christmas toys

If I go solo, I'm doing a song with Bolo

A big Chinese nigga, screaming Kuniva yo-yo

I'll leave your face leaking

Run up in church and smack the preacher while he's preaching

Take a swing at the deacon

I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight

I was straight untill I got caught selling 'em shaped

I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent

I got kicked out of summer camp for having sex in my tent

With the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order

I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimming in water

In cahoots with this nigga named Carisle Von

Who got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a bomb

I signed to a local label for fun

Say I got cancer, get dropped an advancement and run

Drive by you in the rain while you carry your son

Call your house and hang up on you for not giving me none

Born straight up out a pussy, but the son of a gun

Got a reputation for having niggas run up they funds

Used to be the type of nigga that was full of some ones

Till I met your fat mama, now I'm rolling in dough

So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit

'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick

'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit

'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick