Paroles:
Oh shit!
Jumped on my man's dick
Heard he had a 12 inch, now the bitch is love sick
Who's to blame? The guy or the groupie
Heard I was down with DU (Digital Underground)
Now she wants to do me
Whoo eee!
This is the life: new bitch every night
Never tripped off a wife
It ain't right, but it's cool how they come quick
Don't try to flip with the lip cuz I rush shit
Hip hip horay for the AK
Spray when I lay competition
What a great day
Make pay
Next is the wet sex
Hex wit the vex Now they wets with the complex
I'm upset
Wonder what I told Chet
Bloody as coat
Snappin motha fucka's necks
Revenge so sweet when it comes from
Niggas gettin dumb with the drun
Whatch my foes run
Niggas keep comin when they can't slip
Follow that shit?
Another hit from the lunatic
Yeah, fuck that dog Word up
Plug niggas out the motha fuckin frame
Now what I'm sayin
Constantly
Fuck that, duke We ain't havin it
Leave me the fuck alone
You gets none of this
It's suicidal
You lose title like Douglas
Cuz I'm nothing nice and I'm icin like Tyson
I'm grippin the mic and my DJ is slicin
I'm tired of motha fuckad steppin to me with the same ol'
Tryin to do me like Nintendo
How the fuck ya figure I even got this far
By bootin motha fuckas like a shootin star
Cuz I'm out to show that I'm a dope MC
Think crack had ya fiendin?
What till they geta load of me
Bitches on my dick like a motha fuckin condom
Niggas wanna flip? Let em step and I'm bomb em
See something ya want? Why don't cha come again
And nigga wax the tax just like the government
Then I'll leave ya sittin there, wonderin where your money went
Why your bitch is callin me, tellin me to come again
Nigga, I'll loc when I smoke on the indo
Hope we can be friends, though, after you get broke like a window
That's what you prevoked Now ya smoked out
Lookin like a bitch cuz your whole fuckin posse broke out
Punk motha fucka couldn't roll on He couldn't hold on
The game's fuckin too strong
Nigga, leave me the fuck alone
You gets none of this
Feel the wrath and revenge of the lunatic
Yeah, 2, tell them motha fuckas Word up
We ain't havin it None of that shit
Bitch ass niggas Niggas can't fuck wit us
91 we takin this whole motha fucka over
Niggas got problems in 91
92, 93, and all that ovther shit Word up
Recognize game when it smacks your bitch
I'm back to rip Puttin us on the map wit this mackin shit
Time will tell if it's made well
Will I raise hell and accell cuz it pays well?
Jordan couldn't dunk it any harder
Pump it any farther
I'm funky
That's word to the father
Act like ya know, pull a ??
Ya roll on
Thought you was a pimp, now you simpin for a solo
Oh no, not another new jack
Swearin that he's ruthless
Ducked, now he's fucked Left toothless
I could hear the fear in ya flow
Ya ain't prepared
You're scared and your bound to go
It's something I guess I'll let the beat keep bumpin
Stop trippin off these niggas cuz they ain't about nothin
Or should I say nathan
Punk put my tape in Fuck all the fakin
I'm sick of the bullshit
Come equipped, get ready to rip or get the dick of the lunatic
Yes y'all
(Aw yeah, FUCK THAT!)
(Know what I'm sayin?)
The motha fuckin lunatic
(Yes 2, tell them niggas what time it is)
Punk motha fuckas
(Niggas can't fuck wit us Word up)
Get the dick of the lunatic
(Bitch ass niggas Fuck em)
Fuck all them niggas
I'm tellin these niggas that they ain't got nathan on a nigga like me
We squashin these punk motha fuckas in 91,92,93 and so on
So let the beat flow on
While I spray these punk bitches wit these dope ass lyrics
Thanks to papa for supplying the dank
Now it's money in the bank
And all y'all niggas shit stank compared to this shit
Fuck y'all punk bitches
The lunatic
One verse is all it takes
Something wicked this way comes
~Chorus repeats~
Jumped on my man's dick
Heard he had a 12 inch, now the bitch is love sick
Who's to blame? The guy or the groupie
Heard I was down with DU (Digital Underground)
Now she wants to do me
Whoo eee!
This is the life: new bitch every night
Never tripped off a wife
It ain't right, but it's cool how they come quick
Don't try to flip with the lip cuz I rush shit
Hip hip horay for the AK
Spray when I lay competition
What a great day
Make pay
Next is the wet sex
Hex wit the vex Now they wets with the complex
I'm upset
Wonder what I told Chet
Bloody as coat
Snappin motha fucka's necks
Revenge so sweet when it comes from
Niggas gettin dumb with the drun
Whatch my foes run
Niggas keep comin when they can't slip
Follow that shit?
Another hit from the lunatic
Yeah, fuck that dog Word up
Plug niggas out the motha fuckin frame
Now what I'm sayin
Constantly
Fuck that, duke We ain't havin it
Leave me the fuck alone
You gets none of this
It's suicidal
You lose title like Douglas
Cuz I'm nothing nice and I'm icin like Tyson
I'm grippin the mic and my DJ is slicin
I'm tired of motha fuckad steppin to me with the same ol'
Tryin to do me like Nintendo
How the fuck ya figure I even got this far
By bootin motha fuckas like a shootin star
Cuz I'm out to show that I'm a dope MC
Think crack had ya fiendin?
What till they geta load of me
Bitches on my dick like a motha fuckin condom
Niggas wanna flip? Let em step and I'm bomb em
See something ya want? Why don't cha come again
And nigga wax the tax just like the government
Then I'll leave ya sittin there, wonderin where your money went
Why your bitch is callin me, tellin me to come again
Nigga, I'll loc when I smoke on the indo
Hope we can be friends, though, after you get broke like a window
That's what you prevoked Now ya smoked out
Lookin like a bitch cuz your whole fuckin posse broke out
Punk motha fucka couldn't roll on He couldn't hold on
The game's fuckin too strong
Nigga, leave me the fuck alone
You gets none of this
Feel the wrath and revenge of the lunatic
Yeah, 2, tell them motha fuckas Word up
We ain't havin it None of that shit
Bitch ass niggas Niggas can't fuck wit us
91 we takin this whole motha fucka over
Niggas got problems in 91
92, 93, and all that ovther shit Word up
Recognize game when it smacks your bitch
I'm back to rip Puttin us on the map wit this mackin shit
Time will tell if it's made well
Will I raise hell and accell cuz it pays well?
Jordan couldn't dunk it any harder
Pump it any farther
I'm funky
That's word to the father
Act like ya know, pull a ??
Ya roll on
Thought you was a pimp, now you simpin for a solo
Oh no, not another new jack
Swearin that he's ruthless
Ducked, now he's fucked Left toothless
I could hear the fear in ya flow
Ya ain't prepared
You're scared and your bound to go
It's something I guess I'll let the beat keep bumpin
Stop trippin off these niggas cuz they ain't about nothin
Or should I say nathan
Punk put my tape in Fuck all the fakin
I'm sick of the bullshit
Come equipped, get ready to rip or get the dick of the lunatic
Yes y'all
(Aw yeah, FUCK THAT!)
(Know what I'm sayin?)
The motha fuckin lunatic
(Yes 2, tell them niggas what time it is)
Punk motha fuckas
(Niggas can't fuck wit us Word up)
Get the dick of the lunatic
(Bitch ass niggas Fuck em)
Fuck all them niggas
I'm tellin these niggas that they ain't got nathan on a nigga like me
We squashin these punk motha fuckas in 91,92,93 and so on
So let the beat flow on
While I spray these punk bitches wit these dope ass lyrics
Thanks to papa for supplying the dank
Now it's money in the bank
And all y'all niggas shit stank compared to this shit
Fuck y'all punk bitches
The lunatic
One verse is all it takes
Something wicked this way comes
~Chorus repeats~
