The rippin and rhyming and brethren see
 We're filling taste great
 In the old school I was eight
 Fot the new school I was late
 But in high school I was debate
 I rate in the great state of California
 I'm warning ya
 Je vais a la plage parce que le guignol est chouette!
 I kick nonsense in French tasty like Crepe Suzette
 I bet you gonna wanna try this but it takes niceness
 I like a beat that's unique and I like my head zooming
 And in my Continental you know that shit's booming
 With the diamond int eh back suicide doors
 You can look from here to eternity
 And never receive your morsel.

 Another tale of ordinary madness
 The girl who gave you her sex I heard was homeless say
 All I really wanna is to feel nirvana
 Won't you take me tonight and we just might find
 A bottle of wine and feel our nasty nature
 Your toung lickin' up my tounge
 Your radio pickin' up a smokey jazz love song
 Madness becomes you even though your
 Livin' life it's hard to exist when you're tempted
 By flesh you wanna bust through
 Beautiful legs in the bar there is poetry
 She bends and suspends and her ass
 Is a marvelous thing
 A dance dancin' at a club the Hereafter
 Who can't really dance but that doesn't really matter
 And she won't hear applause
 Cus your drunk and lost
 All light is gone
 Your arms spread like a cross
 And you're dreaming that the world
 Will soon fall apart
 Topless firl in your gaze
 Which is hazy
 Takes your dollar
 In the gutter without cigarettes
 Or wine your hungover
 I was warned of your normal
 Behaviour and felt
 My life was too short to
 Consider your wack self
 It's like this when you dip down
 And you are boxin'
 Reeling against the ropes and you
 Face some young Mexican
 Your scrappin' your kneck gets
 Snapped back your eyes have bled
 Your thinking' about a comeback
 But your takin' it to the head
 You little bastard
 Better watch you back
 Cuz we're after
 Your punk ass by God we're gonna jack it
 You're played out and small time
 And your show is over
 You're 'bout as lucky as a three leaf clover
 And your older ho bag sceezer
 In her droopy saggy skin
 Who thoughtshe was a model
 But in truth a never-has-been
 I'll slap that witch as if I were her pimp
 And my crew will attest to her fradulence