Uh huh, come on   Smokin' up an L   Might kill a brain cell   But I might as well   I'm on a highway to hell   Totally consumed   By an aerie feelin'      I hear pigs squealin'   Soldiers of fortune   Are torchin' huts   The girls on them TV's   Are shakin' their butts   I'm hyperventilatin'   I might be hallucinatin'      Yo, I got a chill   I'm feelin' sort of ill   I'm goin' mad   But aren't ya glad   I used Dial   I'm goin' out like style      Uh and ya don't quit   Yeah, keep it comin'   And ya don't stop   They say   Uh and ya don't quit      I got complexes   Ya can't figure out   My dad said   "He's a bum, kick the nigger out"   My head's fucked up but I lucked up   And got a hit record   Now I'm well respected   I can go places I never went before      I still dress the same so it must be my name   I can't deal with who's real and who's not   Who treated me the same   When my record wasn't hot   They said I couldn't eat too   So I put my cake down   I think I'm having a breakdown      Uh and ya don't quit   Yeah, keep it comin'   And ya don't stop   They say   Uh and ya don't quit      It's not paranoia   I got something for ya   It's made of chrome   And it'll burst you dome   No joke, my gun'll   Blow a fuckin' tunnel      Right through your body   Free John Gotty   I'll leave with you hotty   And I'll take her home   Lay her down on her back   And I'll make her moan      Uh and ya don't quit   Yeah, keep it comin'   And ya don't stop   They say   Uh and ya don't quit      Uh and ya don't quit   Yeah, keep me cummin'   And ya don't stop   Soul Assassins and ya don't stop   FunkDoobie and ya don't stop   Cypress Hill and ya don't stop   House of Pain and ya don't stop   Soul Assassins and ya don't stop