Read My Lips

Back once again to wet up the whole area

Check my style out

Read my lips, my dick be makin bitches leave tips

Castin shadows over battles like a lunar eclipse

Cause the man that makes you jump like you the grand prize winner of a Lexus

I'm back again to test your reflexes

If you don't think I can flow then you can ask E-Swift

If you don't believe Swift then you can call Steve Griff

If you don't believe Griff then step up to fuck with I

Call you up and send you as a gift to hieroglyph

Cause the Liks got lyric tricks datin back to eighty-six

While my thousand dollar system still busts the pause mix

So my style be comin at you more deadlin than a cobra

With these niggaz on my mind like is he drunk or is he sober

Mind your biz while I rhymes like Biz to the tent

I slam like a fifth that stays hidden

Not to be fucked with, under any circumstances

And I don't have to sing to send these bitches into trances

I give the party people what they like

Somethin hype, to keep em rockin all night

(4x)

Next it's, the man freakin funky flow flexes

Bustin in my All Day I Dream About Sexes

Walk into your living room there I am

Stroll to your kitchen there I am

Run to your backyard hmm there I am

Everywhere you look there goes the Ro-gram

That's why you hate me, you can't escape me

You can't even erase me off your tape

We the A-L-K, H-O-L-I-K-S

Comin like new pimps humps and stress to your chest

J, to the R-O, just rockin on

I keep the party poppin til a new day is born

The Alkaholik name won't change not a bit

I told you on the last skit dick you can't tell me shit

We kick it wicked, so you can get addicted

To the hip-hop that we drop, get with the liquid

I give the party people what they like

Somethin hype, to keep em rockin all night

(4x)

Punk MC's get bent, I'll leave a dent in what you sent

I got your city covered like a motherfuckin tent

Some say I rap funny, give my money to the needy

The way Ibust will get you dizzy like a VD

I hang with thugs I'm like drugs so why try me

I'm swift like Ozzie Smith, your flow ain't goin by me

He's a sufferin succcootash, throw him in the trash

Show him you the man that'll boom bash

I hold MC's up like money it ain't funny

When I leave em in the corner broke up like crash dummies

Get a doctor, sock the, volts to the chest

For the cardiac arrest, fuckin with the freshest

Cause even on your best, I leave you like Ness

Cause I'm colder than a forty straight out the ice chest

So it's easy to distinguish who drunk the Olde English

Cause it stays in my system till I drain it out my...

How many alcoholics we got here in the house? *cheer*

How many pot-heads we got? *cheer*

Same fuckin assholes