Lyric Pills...

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