Social Distortion

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Prince Po] For the love of Christ, I don't need ice to leave you froze Turn your brains to toothpaste and squeeze 'til it blows Grim Reaper with rap flows, rap's a trap, those attack Foes who lack respect get head cracked, oh! Survive with the movement, madness, domestic abusin' Extortion, Organized Konfusion Teenage abortion, tossed and forced to prostitution 9/11 distorted the law's proportion We was one unit (word), now we back to bein' monkeys in mosh pits Drama and mayhem, soon as the dark sits Spark the heart, Bacardi dart La Di Da Di inside, the Maserati dog, respect the art Black Maxwell Smart with special effects that light up your heart Me and the mic is like the bite of a shark Ignite from your bullshit, right up the chart Out the hood, most misunderstood I gotta stay sharp Remarkable with this modern day art, Po's the soldier from Rosewood Vanilla dutch, touch that's so hood Blaze like blueberry haze, you know how we roll in these last days Smash cats with the raps but the cash stays The dense Poe spittin' that '89 crack flow tap ho Bounce out the back do' but not without his gat though Danger Mouse came with that bent back The Ben Grimm track (hmm), get back, Po [Verse 2: MF DOOM] Is that so? The first hip-hop chat show Whoever talk slick get their lip popped by Fatso Bum, feel the sting linger Wrote this humdinger with a dislocated bling finger Still King of the Hill, it's the DOOM hour When he came to spit more gibberish than Boomhauer, mayne Wigs'll bleed with the quick speed Drag 'em backstage like the tiger nigga did Siegfried Caught a deal on a sawed off, bought off, suit and shells And a hood shit, just to ward off the groupie-males Most will boast that his flows is coastal I hope he get on the mic and don't go postal But keep it blissful, it's wishful thinkin' Piss full of drinkin', fistful of Lincolns Pistol full of lead with one in the head And a fan base that spread from the unborn to undead Dunn said, terror alert high Dress code when it's stress mode, it's shirt and tie A certain guy told her ignore the mask A flirt in a skirt to make you beg for the ass Baby Got Back, maybe got black In a stranger house, Danger Mouse gave 'em hot tracks Aks'd him could he bark on the beat and spark Cali Villain not the cat you wanna meet in a dark alley [Outro: sample] We are not clean with anything We don't like the way we look this morning Society at 60 where we can get most anything. We woke up. It's not right president. I believe with his office, the way he is this morning society that he can get whatever he can take to fix it up Right now, we're not clean with the hair that the Lord has given us