Well, I do pop pills

I keep my tube socks filled

And pop the same shit that got Tupac killed

Spit game to these hos

Like a soap opera episode

Then punch a bitch in the nose

Until her whole face explodes

There's three things I hate: Girls, women, and bitches

I'm that vicious to talk up and drop-kick midgets

They call me "Boogie Night"

A stalker that walks awkward

Stick figure with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg

Coming through the airport sluggish, walking on crutches

And hit a pregnant bitch in the stomach with luggage

It's like a dream, I can't back out, I black out

I'm back out, looking for someone "of" to beat

the "crap out"

I'm bringing you rap singers

Two middle fingers

Flip you off in French and translate it in English

Then I'm gonna vanish from the face of this planet

And come back speaking so much Spanish that Pun can't even understand it