If it wasn't Jack Daniels and Parliament Lights it would have been murder

My eyes is red like ketchup, tired of playin' catch up

Layin' on the floor starin' at the dresser

Got on my knees and pray til they bleed

Dear God...I'm a sick motherfucker

I even fool myself, I'm a slick motherfucker

I'm sick of the scandalous livin'

I don't think I'm even equipped for a higher standard of livin'

But if you give him one more chance and forgive him, he'll push that negative gene into oblivion

Here's what i'll do, put you in this basket and float you down the Mississippi 20 miles from the Bayou

Here's grace, here's style, have faith cause I'ma try you

My Momma introduced me to the scripture

The Channel 4 News introduced me to the shit that produced Hitler

I was a young lad...3 Stooges, Superman, Batman & Riddler

Moonwalk, Windmill, freeze for the picture

Meet Mr. Popular, go get your binoculars and see Penthouse 3 where a nigga be

To me these punk MC's is nothin' but fruit cakes

Shake they booty on stage and get hit with lyrics that I kick, talkin' that bullshit

You might get lit like a front of a spliff for runnin' off at the lips talkin' that nonsense

Raw get on stage and take y'all confidence