Mother Nature’s Son

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm unsuitable, my thug music sound beautiful I come in bad taste, like sniffin' 'caine before a funeral Then pass out, chokin' on blood, we gun thugs I heard your mom does dot com chicks with butt plugs Mountains of blow, smoke an ounce then bounce to the show Countin' my dough, we Angel Dust space legends You get your face shredded, evil fuck since I was a kid I like robbin' cribs, picture that like PMD did Paranoid type, we runnin' 'round with infrared lights I got a squad o' midgets, scumbags who slang and shoot dice Fuck a based thug, illegal shit, fiction hate club Fuck the dick, bitch, I'm laughin' 'cause I see what hatе does Speakin' in codes, DVD rеceivin' my flows Bonded by Blood, warrior drums, project thumps And torture tactics like Egyptians, mutilation in lumps 10 shots to your ribcage, the ghetto kincaid Elderly rampage, knife point chains and switchblades Pervert laureate, I leave crowds amazin' afraid Sniff a Eight, that's the reason Mitch strange, I'm ballin' out $50 blunts, below the weed be fallin' out I'm here to get the belt, Uncle Howie TEC glisten Non Phixion world tour, got my shit hittin' in state prison [Verse 2] Ronnie called, said we gotta dig a hole for some pigs Wench in the crib I smelled her from the stench in his fridge Keepin' the chicks on booze, they better broken in debt Hopeless and stressed, we fed 'em all coke to forget Garbage bag 'em 20 TEC's to the windpipe Sit tight My surgical gloves service a midwife Sprinkle powdered X Trifle on the blonde beaver Ayo, Satan's back and he just made the cover of Don Diva Some male order teens from Philippines Sex puppet, quadriplegic, with bigger tits from Creatine Thuggin' it, me and my drug covenant, we on some money shit Thorazine, bitches fillet, stay in my dungeon pit [Verse 3] We carry heat Howie rock the whole fleet Caddy Jeeps, heated seats Party favors, snow in iceberg sheets I like chicks with overbites, make the urinal sweet Pullin' my meat, bust off, we tossin' off on they cheeks Some rap sadists, with homemade blades and facelifts I'm from Brooklyn, home of the beatbox and rapists Now I cruise Cali Fuck Jakes, fakes and cash whores Drivin' up the coast, cocaine stuck to my dashboard Y'all bitches nauseate me Knowing that scorn is a tool You're mad corny 'cause you probably watch porn for the dudes Sellin' your M3 for AZT in a test tube 'Cept it's too late, the man-made serum infects you