Mule Juice (outro)

Haven’t heard a slicker sound

I like my coffee black, liquor brown

Still that dude you don’t leave your chick around

Burn some indica, and dick her down

Or sativa she a smut and you should leave her

Overachiever took a much needed breather and so did the rhyme pattern

Rappers be on the mic tattlin’ they’re not all bright like Madeline

I don’t wanna battle dog

We could battle with catalogs, Grammy wins, your song's like Ambiens

My joint could go Alice in Chains, Would

But your sellin’ a lot don’t make it good

And ain’t no thugs where you hang, dog

That ain’t a blood gang more like the Bloodhound Gang

It’s one shady crew

Bet they tell in a Blink and do a 180 too

Tryin’ to come with them gully bars and raps

Son I heard you use to wear Famous Stars and Straps

Before that, Quicksilver and Billabong

On for years and you still can’t steal a song

So you better call a truce

They ‘bout to bring us in to executive produce

Deliver your boo some cow tongue, liver of goose

She wash it down with mule juice, I got a screw loose

Think I’m an honest person you’re dreamin’

Beat you in the head like a clergyman schemin’

Steamin’ I took mad tokes I’m your man

Remember I always had jokes?

Cut your ass like a Puerto Rican in a fight

Then go write, exceed your average output for a weekend in a night

That’s how I stay with new rhymes, spun a web like Spiderman

Spy the plan (who you?)

Your Old Droog

Been a real player since RealPlayer

Pack mad shit in so you can peel back the layers

Viral without videos, had no pigeons and didn’t care

Got ‘em strictly off the music which is rare

Your career’s only bloomin’ ‘cause you blew men, should be in the Blue Man Group

The fan's are duped, come on Warhol

How many times you gonna draw that can of soup?