smoke a blunt, get drunk, hit a line of that funk,

now you fallin` up in the spot and you thinkin` that you crunk,

you ain't crunk, yous a punk, and I'ma show you that tonight

all it takes is one killer to step and we can start a fight

in the middle of the club, bitch wasup we can do this shit

security ain't gonna jump in the way because they scared of this

implantin` this into ya brain so you know the next time you cross the line

again it's standin` full of sin when you fuck wit the boss

biggest,badest,roughest motha` fucker, but ya still a bitch

I'm comin` in crunker than the others for th fuck of it

liquor bottles hit ya harder than some syrup when ya slum

have ya shakin`, fakin`, body achin` by the time I'm done

legally this isn't right but ask me if I give a shit

peacefully I'll read your rights and have you beggin` me to quit

hit ya weed and liquor or whatever else it takes to jump

just remember, just cause you fucked up it doesn't mean your crunk,



chorusx2: I know you strapped, but you cowards like to play hard

and know that you don't wanna catch a murder charge ,

see butsters to get full of that weed and liquor snort a line,

in ya mind now yous a killer



Talking: man gotdamn paul man you might have to slow this motha` fucker down a

little bit man I'm on that syrup man I'm high and I'm drunk man you need to

slow down



Verse 2: I'm not scared of you just cause you came in actin` a damn fool

runnin` lip talkin` shit, bet you wouldn't without ya tool

now ya hard very hard ballin` down the boulevard, pissy pants doin` ya dance

I'm behind ya in a faster car, weak as water so is yo mama, father and ya

faculty, quickly sauder up yo lips so you can't trip or speak of me