I get no kick from champagne   Their alcohol doesn't thrill me at all   So tell me why shouldn't it be true?   I get a kick out of brew      There is only one beer left   Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf   Tempt me, do a number on the label   Eat up all their MC's and drink 'em under the table      Like it's on me, put it on my tab, kid, however you get there   Foot it, cab it, iron horse it, you leaving on your face forfeit   I crush the mic hold it like the heat he might toss it   Told him tell they stole it, he told her he lost it   She told him get off it and a bunch other more shit      Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads   It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds   It's the weed, give me some of what he's drooping off   Soon as he wake up choking like it was whooping cough      The group been soft, first hour at the open bar and their trooping off   He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road   She asked him to autograph her derriere, it read   To wide load, this yard bird taste like fried toad   Turned love villain take pride and code words      Crooked eye mold nerd geek with a cold heart   Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart   Study how to eat, to dine by the pizza guy   No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skezzer eye      And squeeze her thigh, maybe giver her curves a feel   And the same way she feel it when she flow with nerves of steel   They call him super when they need their back or plumbing fixed   Powers only one left, the pack comes in six   Whatever happened to two and three      A hood tried to slide with four and five and got caught   Like, what you doing G?   Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy   Matter fact not for nothing right now you and me      Looser than a pair of Adidas, I hope you bought your spare tweeters   MC's sound like cheerleaders   Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin   Dude, can we do this thing again no matter how be blinging      You do it for the smelly hubbies   Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Telletubbies   Few can do it, even fewer can sell it   Take it from the dude who wears mask like a tarded helmet      He plots shows like robberies   In and out, one, two, three, no bodies please   Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt   The mic is the shootie, nobody move, nobody get hurt      Bring heat, like the boy I'm going to war   Came in the door and everybody on the floor   A whole string of jobs like we are on tour   Every night on the score coming to your corner store