Don't smoke crack cause when you get hit with baseball bat you don't feel the whack.
It's like my juices.
All over ya' asscrack.
Burt Backerack run dry and I cruisin' real smoove.
Got the tunes and .9 blastin' to keep me in my groove.
Go toke, don't choke, fo' gods sake, don't hope, cause hope only brings out hell.
'n hell don't help the well so go
Rhyme diddy diddy do dum diddy diddy do, bitch.