Produced by: Sho-Down
Lyrics
Verse 1
It goes 1 O'Clock, 2 O'Clock, 3 O'Clock, stop
If you got an STD hop off my cock
I'm already sick shit I can think of anything
How much how bad does a machete sting?
I smoke a pound of weed just to hear how loud I breathe
I need pussy 'cause I gotta let you cowards feed
M-e-n-a-c-e, Society
Officer, can you repeat what sobriety is?
I got a slurred speech my nerves peak
and if my words can't reach the teeth my bird speaks
Middle fingers think quicker combinin' with the liquor
A shot of 151 see me drive in blizzards
Rain, hail, sleet, snow yo I eat those
Pregnant women, children, and my dick I beat those
Whoa, oh, I get ahead of myself
No competition so I gotta get a head of myself so
Hook (2x)
You can bounce if you wanna bounce
Bounce with me
Smoke if you wanna smoke
Smoke with me
You can drink if you wanna drink
I'm so fucked up and drunk I'm tryin' to drive my car from the trunk
Verse 2
I want the money, fame, and fortune the women and I'll admit it
The devil gave me greed I paid him a lot of visits
If I'm in it to win it why do I feel like I'm worthless
For 40 days 40 nights man I burp this
40 ounce just to get my sound picture perfect
Fuck locks my flow shocks pick the circuit
Get electrocuted you dumb shit I run shit
Capital punishment intended Pun shit
Walkin' up to Cathy, bitch tried to smack me
just 'cause I asked the damn trick if she could jack me
Jerk me, word B, I'm an Up and Cummer
Fuck the underground I'd rather be undercover cop
just to get my ass shot and see what it feels like
Wear this Bush mask so I can see what you feel like
Pussy, why is everybody tryin' to push me and pull me
Soon enough I become the bully so
Hook (2x)
I got my mind on my money and my money on my balls
I'm so off the wall I can cut your name in half Paul
Fuck the Dirty South wipe it with a dirty towel
Except for Ludacris I'm givin' y'all the dirty mouth
What the fuck is Crunk music? Gimme G-Funk music
Whatever happened to the Body in the Trunk music?
Who wanna battle? pssshh, better skee-daddle
That's like six people canoein' with three paddles
You don't stand half a chance, hand in hand, I'm the man
Some people judge 'cause motherfuckers don't understand
Show me a judge and I can show you a tinted van
Kidnap him, trap him, and slap him into oblivion
Subways full of fuckin' brains see the pain I brought?
That's what the fuck I like to call a train of thought
My chainsaw is raw graduating training bras
Let me see ya breasts yes all the crazy whores
Hook (2x)