ODB

Take another hit and I pass out, rapping like I’m ashed out

Sneaking bitches up, when granny passed out

So ho, what that ass 'bout? No I ain’t going to cash out before a little fame

You could get that ass mashed out, bitch I’m on that cash route

Ain’t looking for a rest stop

They talk about modelling, might say I need a head shot

I need a dollar for everyone born out of wedlock

Tryina make the breast out, calling up the dreadlocks

Bitch, I’m on my peso, hablo dinero

And your bitch want me to go TP on her bung-hole

I got these rap niggas saying "Uncle"

While I beep-beep, pull on the hair of a Rapunzel

Think about me and masturbate with the faucet

Bout to take the game and put that bitch up in the closet

But in the end I’m just a dirty old man

With a pill in my mouth and my dick in my hand

Mind of a pervert with words I submerge

On the verge of O.D'in for the shit that I say

But who gives a fuck, I'm still gon' do this shit anyway

A dirty nigga from Detroit at the end of the day

So when the night fall I be gettin' head in the alley

By a low down nothing 2 dollar skully

Let her use her own rubber, bullshit trojan

Dick too big, nigga I was stuffed in

Bitch I'm David Ruffin and ruffles no stuffing

Bundles of Peruvian snow with his shirt tucked in

Lookin' at the rest of you artist like you nothing

Know that I'm the shit so I don't say shit

But when these rappers rap, dog they don't say shit

And I'm George Carlin, fucked a June to August