[Verse 1]
It's time!
Come here, listen, get a bar ^!$$%

I'll chop the head off you dicks like a Bar Miztvah
Protect your neck, clown get brass, turtle neck sweaters
Even Marie Antoinette had a circus right before they behead her

Duh! What I'm saying is this
It's twenty five drops to Zero, off the A list
Viva Las Vegas, hot go go dancers in cages

Live on stages, Saturday night, Jason Sudeikis
Take your (*##$, now he crying for his #~!!@cat
Throw live kittens through your window, you could have your #~!!@ back

Bend words into prison shanks
Where the term "mightier than the sword" originates
It ain't with you from, it's wherever you use your OnStar

Beef just dry-snitching on Vlad TV and Worldstar
To tell the truth, they don't tell the truth
Chocolate ^!$$%, strawberry Benz with the vanilla roof

Call it Neopolitan
I poli(tic) against the oligarchy on a mission, composition, start anarchy
I son y'all ^!$$%s like the man Barkley

Screaming your money or your life this is grand larceny
Cough up the parsley, carve to the dark meat
With the Benz carkey it's year round shark week


[Hook]
Ayo, come here, listen get a bar ^!$$%

In the streets locked up, get a bar ^!$$%
Rich or poor, give a $#&@ who you are, ^!$$%?
Sushi, the definition of raw spitter

Yeah, come on, listen, get a bar ^!$$%
In the dorms, on the block, drinking malt liquor
Black or white, give a $#&@ who you are, ^!$$%?

Sushi, the definition of raw spitter

[Verse 2]

I pop out the house like Oscar the Grouch
Where I'm from, they C Walk, stay chalking you out
Where I'm from they B Walk, never walking it out

%#@! don't change, that's the stuff that get lost in the couch
I hide dragons, convince tigers to crouch
Paisa's bring the birds in, then we migrate it South

White foam 'round the corners your dehydrated mouth
Like Al Jolsen, I'm Al Pacino, al-Qaeda
Al B Sure but darker, call it an all-nighter

Y'all pinatas, knock the stuffing out of all y'all foul biters
I'm Spiderman, stick to (*##$es' walls for real though
You Transvestite Man, bit by a radioactive !@(*

That's what they call an ill rap these days
I'm cancer, herpes, Satan, and the clap these days
Live by the California code

Crips in the whip, somebody call it a California roll

[Hook]


[Verse 3]
Pigpen with a pen, original sin

When I hop in the booth wearing a cannibal skin
MySpace and Fruity Loops let the amateurs in
Still, my son's call me Father like them Vatican men

Smelling like cigarettes, vodka, and Dolce & Gabbana
Aphrodisiac to drunk !@#%s smoking !@!@&&
Sarah Connor with a metal cerebellum

My (*##$es hard headed, won't do what I tell 'em!
Cause now I wanna sell 'em, worked for Heidi Fleiss
Might is Right, after death comes eternal nighty-night

But on the other hand I let my grandma down
Dressing like a clown with my pants on the ground
Hands on the pound, thinking 'bout robbing the nearest bank

In a mask like The Town
Spit out a brown smokers loogie, rookie
I'm nasty like Jabba having a baby by Snooki


[Hook]