[Intro: Drunken Master]
Yea, yea, one time fo yo muthafuckin' mind
It's the Drunken Master up in this piece
Representin', for you punk ass n***as

[Verse 1: Esham]
Bitch I'm back screamin' "I don't care"
Throw yo' guns in the fuckin' air
While you n***as be sippin' Moet and Cristal
I be stickin' up fools with a bloody pistol
Got a Glock on cock when I ride the block
Hot bullets leave yo ass in a state of shock
Most playa hated by the playa hatas I know
N***a fuck yo' ass and yo' ugly ho
I could give a fuck less what coast your from
'Cause you can play Forrest Gump and catch the dum dums
Bitch, just like the last muthafucka, who crossed my path
Wit' yo' punk ass

[Interlude: Drunken Master]
When a n***a playa hates me for a bitch
Keep my name out yo' outh wit' yo' punk ass (Punk ass n***a)
When a n***a owe me money, and I see you at the club sippin' mo'
Gimme my loot wit' yo' punk ass

[Verse 2: Dice]
Back up on the block, ho's suck dick
N***as gettin' high yellin' "Dice ain't shit"
Gun to ya jaw, screamin' fuck the law
Fuck H.I.V. I'm goin in raw
Scurvy, fuckin' prostitutes like James Worthy
You got the nerve to serve me, biotch
Ya don't know my style
Scurv ass n***a from 7 mile
Got a pistol in my pocket, and a joint in my mouth
I wanna bitch with an ass like a ho down south
I wanna get drunk, but I'm low on cash
So I take yo stash, wit' yo' punk ass
[Interlude: Drunken Master]
When you wanna smoke my weed and ain't put 5 in
Back the fuck up wit' yo' punk ass (Punk ass n***a)
When I'm chillin' wit' a bitch all day and you ain't fuckin'
Walk the fuck home wit' yo' punk ass
Punk ass n***a
C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy

[Verse 3: Bugz]
I'm only into two thangs, that's loot and fam
At the crib baggin' grams
Tryin' to come up on a hundred grand
I got plans to be the black Bugs Moran
Red bones and sun tans
Givin' me head inside the tour van
Once my gun jammed and I ran like the wind
Brave n***as die young
The ones that run rock the gems
Ride a Benz, make loot wit they friends
Rock beat's and Timb's, have sex with only fly femmes
So try to pretend not to see us in the clubs
Mad 'cause they on the block still flippin' dubs
Only show love to those truly gettin' cash
So n***a why would you ask, wit' yo' punk ass?

[Outro: Drunken Master]
Yea, so now you n***as know, Drunken Master back in this piece representin' for all you bitch ass, busta ass n***as talkin' all that shit, and all you bitches that ain't fuckin', all ya'll can eat a dick, wit' yo' punk ass