Drunkfist Meets Frogstyle

Lyrics

[Intro: Master Fuol and Thirstin Howl III] Master Fuol: Doodie, doodie, doodie, doodie, doodie, doodie, do, do! Thirstin Howl III: Hey! Hey! Hey, who are you? Master Fuol: Master Fuol! Drunkfist! Thirstin Howl III: Right! Hm Master Fuol: Who are you? Thirstin Howl III: Thirstin Howl the 3rd (Ribbit, ribbit), Frogstyle! Frog! (Haha!) Ha! Ha! [Verse: Thirstin Howl III and Master Fuol] Frogstyle, lyrics poison as venoms Niggas who had rap locked, look, he's escaping with handcuffs Drunkfist juggling grammar, body fluids Overdosing my bladder, swan dive, still keeping my head above water A fertile egg produced when a man wasn't sober. Heard on October, the drunk smokers come first of the month, last Of the year, Fashion Avenue, graffiti character. Wack Emcees get speared on Skilligan's Island freestyling Master Fuol growling, Thirstin Howling 3rd grade Knuckle game problems, inciting riots in asylums, Master Fuol Daddy Cool seminoles, snatching bikinis at Betsy Head pools, leaving them nude family jewels, can't take To the pawn shop, whenever we hot, the scales can't take the cock when it's rocked Blunts, stunts, and scots, we get down like Muslims Making salat. From the origin of motion and positive and negative Connected to Frog, the Drunkfist was resurrected. No labels Wanted to press it, they ain't find it too impressive, combinations Unexpected, A&Rs suck my dick with their lectures. Drinking Black Russians, spontaneous combustion, burn his own planet Got this MiniDisc bomb into your telephone, Black Stallone Puerto Rican Rodney Dangerfield Everybody gotta eat, so I'm just here to claim my meal What the deal? Drunkfist eating English muffin, cold Turkey rappers, chickenheads deserve their feathers 'cause they're nothing but flappers I learned the Drunkfist before I got out my Pampers. Frogstyle Prepare to panic, Drunkfist stagger in practice The tongue of fifty lashes, pirates without eye patches Invasions of the wack emcee slashers, lights, cameras, actions To ashes, puff after puff, giving Arachnophobia like tarantulas to amateurs. Black man With Spanish blood, so I'm frío, ay dios mío. If I Ruled the world, I would live amongst the weirdos [?] manner, el cheapo wear a hat like Hector heat coat Dirty street clothes, underwear a week old Head hot, feet cold, stay crispy like pollo frito Rougher than a police ho with a nightstick Identity crisis, Frogstyle greener than the alligator On my IZOD Argyles, crazy Sam's Godchild My style is filthy like public toilets 'cause I had one Maybe two drinks, now I'm an alcoholic Blindfolded, tap-dancing at bull fights Wearing a snorkel, goose, and boots in the middle of July July, drinking medicine and Jack Daniels Do a headspin in a short-sleeve, sheepskin, and plastic sandals Nipple earrings with tassels, suede boxers, playing Opera with the breath of my favorite vodka. Doing The Drunkfist kata in the middle of the street, custom jewelry Butt-naked, wrapped in sheets, PUMA cleats. Ha! Frogstyle ready to leap, alcoholic living Life on the rocks 'cause they say life's a beach Then you die, then you die Then you die (Then you die), then you die Nights like this I wish raindrops would fall Spark a Newport menthol, tip my hat Running up in your whore, smelling like brew, drunk as hell Once you smack the table, yell, "Capicú" Skinny-dipping in Marcy pools, bowties And thick opticals, Thirstin Howl the 3rd Master Fuol, indecent exposure case Break your back, leave you limping with a pacemaker and shoulder brace Don't you dare compete, beware of the danger When the Drunkfist and the Frogstyle meet