Mr. Pigface - Crooked I

I won’t be finished 'til I’m mentioned with the best ever

I rock a record like I’m a mirror of Def Leppard

I keep my eyes on my prey like I’m a deaf leopard

You better crown me or I’ll jump you like a red checker

Chop your head off I aim (fifths?) and circum-

-cize all of you guys 'cause it ain’t shit to merk 'em

I look into their eyes and see the same bitch that birthed 'em

Pussy I’m deranged I’m insane ('cept the circum?)

Pain mixed with anguish my language is gay mixed

With heinous dangerous spit, I shit you an anus

Nigga I’m idiotic and really got it

You fuck with me and them bullets will be movin' quick as Sonic

I’m hangin' out the window like a nigga finna vomit

Gin and tonic gun sound like an ashtray hit a comet

Yesterday I was loadin' my pistol on my Mama’s couch

Thought about my fucked up life and yelled Slaughterhouse

I kill you with no strings attached this is Wi-Fi

'Til the wheels fall off, I’m down to do the drive-by

Not to be cocky but I’m gooned up, why lie

That’s why I got the upper hand like a high-five

Bet you never seen chrome checks

I make a call I get your pussies touched call it phone sex

Ain’t no tellin' what I’m on next

Long texts from your wife tornado dick I home wrecks

I have that bitch sellin' her coochie lips, bourgie chicks

Get the coke nose 'til they load it as my oozy clip

Even broke hoes on the groupie shit

Pretty as a beauty tip get the Max Julien movie script

Welcome to my world, hot iron shots firin'

Cops tryin' to stop on my time

I drop block signs and after I’m gone I’ll picture hip-hop cryin'

Like they did with B.I.G.

and Pac dyin', I’m not lyin'

My family ties is as deep as Michael J. Fox

We aim glocks at your tank-tops

Leave you in a hospital bed watchin' Baywatch

Watch your weight drop 'til you’re skinny enough

To fit between raindrops (bang, shots)

We killin' you on YouTube

Bono, nigga that means you too

I got a screw loose

You get stuck up like goodie-two-shoes

Though you knew that I was cuckoo

I’m in a GTA, I got them thangs on me

I’m in a GTA, but I ain’t Gay Tony

A menace to society I’m MCH homie

The killa gorilla apes know me Mace pray for me

No lyricist realer straight Kobe can’t hold me

I’m flash player couldn’t read me with eight Dolby

So a new verse is nothin' but a new hearse

Tryna kill G shit I’m shootin' yellin' you first, nigga