Half Cuban Half Sasquatch, jab putas like Zab Judah
watch how this fool'll drop hard as cops watch
gars torched, puff on that Brock Lesnar have you droppin punks
that's tryina front like store window models, aint cool with ya style hoe
full figure four hold fumbling your iron towards the cold floor
but what you wanna brawl for though? We straight gargoyles, stoned.
fond of flowing hard as concrete thrown around in storms
so how you gonna not be torn inside a cyclone of psychos
just going beyond brolic, be forewarned you whores are sure to be ruined
tryin'a move as a druid, without knowing it's true sense
knowledge is lost with you crews of losers thinking you in movies
shit gone flop in the box office, how many pussies will you see
tryin'a be mobsters when their squadron's more soft than a cutie's
chunky smooth peach, that's plumped up and oozing
jumped up to be brutally beaten into a condition viewed as closer
to death than those in a terminal unit, immersed in the music
while mercifully doing what Berkowitz would if he was here
in person and moody, jerk if he's boozed up, too drunk
hurtin a few fucks, burnin a few watch as I burn a few blunts
no fuss with the looney, Lotney knows what's a true Goonie
Fuck what you provin, you chumps nothing but a platoon full of fucking
pure pussies..