"Word, best to feel me, boy
It's about to come off, it's about to come off

Whether you love it or you hate it
Ain't none of this drug game can stop my flow"


My malignant melody's a felony, at least that's what they tellin' me
Belle and three deep in hell and Tree
Sellin' my new T-A-P-E

for paper, D- King get real violent with terminators
Determined haters gettin' wiped out by exterminators
in German 'Gators, fully prepared for the perpetrators

They try to fade us- My style is layed down in perfect layers
If adgetated, then my melody moves wildly
^!$$%s that doubt me don't know nothin' about me

Without me, rap would be weak wit'out a beat,
but it got me, so it's unique and kinda sweet
Yet you slot me, so I take pride in your demise

Seek to stop me and I must rise with my a-llies
at the top, man- Hard to maintain but I got game
and it's plain to see without pain and forever reign

You losers' not me, so I recommend that you don't begin
'cause to stop me is takin' the strength of ten men



My, my, my...
(...malignant melody)

My, my, my...
(It's just those wicked flow skills)
My...

(...malignant melody)
Watch out. Watch out, 'bout to hurt ya!
My...

(It's just those wicked flow skills)



See, when I see the microphone, I'm instantly turnin'
into a fire-breathin' M.C., internally burnin'
Never learnin' to watch your manners'll get 'cha smacked in the mouth

Here's a present, I'm gon' have Santa come and blow up ya house
Just from a clout, I'm gon' have to bless the skill of a legend
Goin' in so many directions, you don't know where I'm headin'

Now, I ain't bettin' but I believe I'm one of the best
Kinda upsettin' how I battle when I'm put to the test
Nevertheless, ladies' obsessed, now I confess that I'm fresh

Could afford to ball for y'all a little bit and still have alot left
What about death? I ain't afraid but, %#@!, I don't wanna die


for myself- So when you try to slain me, bullets gon' fly
'til ain't nothin' left- It's self explanitory how I'ma ride
For my respect, I get wreck- Man, I can't go deny



My, my, my...

I'ma say it again for 'em, Dre
Look here, huh
My, my, my...

(...malignant melody)
My...
We gon' freak it for this one time, man

Drunken Master
(It's just those wicked flow skills)
My...

One time
(...malignant melody)
Two more times, man

Let me go towards 'em, man
My...
(It's just those wicked flow skills)



"Yeah, and that's the way we puttin' it down

Drunkenstyle, you-knaw-I-mean?
99.9 on your FM dial- Bangin' for real ^!$$%s only
Turn the volume up out there

Ayyo, right about now, let's go to the phone lines and see what's
crackin' lately- See who ridin' wit' us, ya-knaw-I-mean?
Yo, Drunkenstyle, you on the line"
("Yo")
"Yo, what's the deal, ^!$$%"

("Wuz up, man")
"Yo, who is this?"
("This Dre")
"Yo, Dre, what's goin' on out there in them city streets, my man?"
("They jammin' ya")

"Ayyo, well, you on the air right now
Let ^!$$%s out there know who you ridin' wit', Playboy
Do your thang"
("Yo, y'all know who it is
Yes, straight outta Outkast, it's Andre 3000

^!$$%s know we be layin' low
Lower than roaches doin' push-ups
But I'm layin' low with, uh, DJ Dre, the Drunken Master
Y'all know what it is- Drunkenstyle '99
Go and pick up y'all tha album")

"Yeah, that's good lookin' out, Playboy
I'll see y'all when I get to Atlanta, you-knaw-I-mean?"
("Alright")
"Big shout-out to all the ^!$$%s in the Dirty South
ridin' wit' that Drunken Master %#@! in they deck
You know it don't stop, baby- Check the way that we switch it up

Drunkenstyle, ^!$$%- WHAT?!!"