Meanwhile back at the ranch we got bo duke and daisy goinand' to
go see boss hogg. then ya got kooter fixinand' over them cars...
I donand't need a glock cause iand'm not a hard rock
got bitches on my jock like new kids on the block
i canand't lose like parker lewis iand'm undefeated
step into my sector homeboy youand'll get greeted
by the 380 colt mustang in my pocket
i had a few drinks already donand't make me cock it
cause if i have to cock it, well then itand's gettinand' shot
and if itand's gettinand' shot, well, yo, youand're gettinand' bucked down
i donand't fuck around, i ainand't got time for punks
but i got time to smoke all the skunk philly blunts
stunts gather round, check out the sound
and letand's get down to do the nasty, freaky, funky
stinky, junky, letand's bump uglies in the nighttime
between the sheets
cause i rock fly rhymes over funky beats
the celtic ruin, the legion of doom
now gimme the track, or with the fat back doom
now gimme some room, and iand'll explode
cock back my hammer, then squeeze off my load
so hit the road, jack, and donand't come back no more
or iand'll be moppinand' up the floor with your crew of soft core
punk pussy bitches, jail house snitches
on stage, i get wrecked and i collect my riches
i get the funky style, and like gomer pile
youand'll be and'surprise surprise surprise!and' as i
rise to the top, fuck a punk cop
iand'm always hip-hop, only a pimple goes pop
so you better quit, zit
i came to rip shit
blastinand' with the soul assassins
askinand' the question, teachinand' the lesson
bringinand' the west coast back to the east coast
where it all started, whatand're you, retarded
youand're startinand' to trip from that jheri curl drip
soakinand' in your brain, the house of pain
is causinand' pain, and feelinand' pain
so feel it
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just feel it
feel it
just feel it
cand'mon yand'all, feel it
Back to the rhyme, iand'm always on time
a lime to a lemon, yo, a lemon to a lime
i rock the old school style and itand's futile
to step up, cause youand'll get swept up
like dust, or i just might bust and unload my clip
unless youand're a punk, then iand'll just pop you in the lip
and show you the deal, now how did that feel
you know iand'm killinand' any pig that squeels
iand'm fillinand' up reels of tape with my fly rhymes
and iand've got a subsciption to high times
son doobyand's in the back, the mexican ralph emms is on the track
my dj lethal, heand's on the cut
when i bust a dope rhyme, itand's like bustinand' a nut
so let me jerk off on the mic and get it sticky
when i drink a brew itand's either guiness or mickeys
iand'll put your head out just like a fuckinand' malboro
donand't fuck with me, punk, you know that iand'm thorough
bred like a race horse, right-in-your-face force
feedinand' you beats, straight off the streets
so catch me catch me, if you can
you know iand'm the man like chewbacca knows han
solo, bolos are what iand'll be throwinand'
when i be flowinand', i get the job done
cause iand'm number one, the prodigal son
i left and i came back, but not with the same rap
and not with the same style, iand'm known to get buckwild
the luck of the irish spreads like a virus
so feel it
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