Jack, Jackie, you keep them rollers in ya hair
With that plastic on ya head, huh
Man, hey, Keith, who did ya jerry curls, man?
Look good
I seen yall this mornin' on cops, man
They had yall pictures, all ya profiles and everythin'
Yall should stay low
Gene called, he need five dollars
Ultimate focus behind ya neck
Cant reflex with text on your lyrical index
Stop the masses, rotate the fastest
Afro jerry curl world, get ignited re-invited
On your main sources like the Enforcers
Sub-machines spray your Liberace pianos
Free style ambulances ring out your new dances
While yall cant rap we took your Ampex
We have protective custody, got your face disgustin me
With animal like instincts, I left a dead gorilla in the skatin rink
Penetrated your Gap jeans with Black & Decker machines
Alternate your scullies, catch dead rats in Saran Wrap
Put used diapers on your windshield wipers
Make you eat your own feces, sell your Pull out your colon, leave your glands swollen
Uncircumcised between your moms thighs
Thats right, with a face like Michael Myers
I clip the ears off your bodyguards with some bloody pliers
Bound to eat a German Shepard in the Mojave Desert
While yall talk gangsta, I push body parts in shoppin' carts
Leave wigs on streets on Melrose so coroners can smell those
Arms for three days, with three legs
In the back seat yall get the back heat
With the police department scared to look at my apartment
Three weeks ago I dumped a bag of legs with beer kegs
Went to Ralphs and bought a six pack and some eggs
Seen my face in the paper with a beard, went home and shaved
Took out ya bodies in the pickup truck back to the grave
Drinkin yoo-hoos and dough nuts, yall punks think Im so nuts
Walkin in hospital rooms like the black Dr. Dooom
Push you in the wheelchair out the window down the steps like Iancide
You run and hide, handicap with no maps, Im after you, throw gas at you
(The projects called the cops)
The F.B.I. got our fingerprints
Heavy big weights, we move in alternate states
(The projects called the cops)
The F.B.I. got our fingerprints
Heavy big weights, we move in alternate states
(The projects called the cops)
The F.B.I. got our fingerprints
Heavy big weights, we move in alternate states
(The projects called the cops)
The F.B.I. got our fingerprints
Heavy big weights, we move in alternate states
Jackie Jasper with illegal drugs, sellin' for the thugs
A bag of penises and twenty butt plugs, Persian rugs
Wit dead bodies on it, call Colombo, who done it?
Solve it and Ill revolve it and hold it
To the war, to the hogs, to the dogs
Vagina with bugs, rubs, cubs, gettin' fellatio
Ratio fa sho, positive why I die
I live comatose tomato juice and Cherry Hos and toast
Santa and Barbara at the Barbie Coast
Most chicks licks black holes, French expose
Wastin my children on her clothes somewhere up her nose
Suppose I penetrated ya neck with a Bic pen
With a belt around my waist like Bookmen, dont ask my neighbors
Bodies dead, sixty-nine flavors, behaviors
Smokin glass wit coleslaw hangin out ya ass
Take a blast, Im travelin fast, pass a nymphomaniac
Diggin up corpse, Im a necrophiliac
Gettin' my chick back in an up-smack
Had that head bobbin', joggin', cyclin', recyclin'
Connivin', arrivin', hearse drivin its even
Seven heads, ten horns, believin' evil demon
As Stella Steven retreatin youre beatin, eatin dead puss
Sardine can smell from here to hell
A gladiator wit tights under disco lights
Blowin a harmonica, yo, in Santa Monica in a Honda
Name dazzle night fall the press cross, dressed you're named Rhonda
Call Macero, call Dan-O, call Cello
Five-O rollin in a Pinto from Ohio, Toledo, down to San Pedro
Believe me, hoe, I sold Curtis the blow
The F.B.I. got our fingerprints
Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states
(The projects called the cops)
The F.B.I. got our fingerprints
Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states
(The projects called the cops)
The F.B.I. got our fingerprints
Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states
(The projects called the cops)
The F.B.I. got our fingerprints
Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states
(Let's book 'em)