Baby Ozzy

Lyrics

[Verse] Layin' in the cut, Scott Baio cats on coke Weed, shrooms, molly pills Gun tote, you get your back broke You'd be in ICU, suckin' down tubes I'm a hustling dude Even the bags for huffin' glue I bag anything, call me Baby Ozzy My pops moved 300 pounds like David Crosby I'm flattered by the imitations, Satanic initiations My Desert Eagle serve your respiratory limitations Get [?] why you spit blood from every project to club My homies rebels from Metal kids to bitter thugs I turned Winter 'cause it got no feelings I was born dead, all my goons are concealin' these fuckin' squealers I came out the womb with cuffs, born guilty Undisputed, I'm scandalous, homie, come out and try to kill me They call me Driller Killer, slippers for the 6-4 Crenshaw to NYC, my spit's raw [Outro] - Took a few horses, that Monday night football, but forget about scores, when will you end up in a camp? - I need money - What horses? What games? - I'm broke and I don't have any money, every son of a bitch around here that owes me money paid me, maybe I can do something!