[Hook: Aloe Blacc]

I need a dollar dollar, a dollar is what I need
Hey hey
Well I need a dollar dollar, a dollar is what I need
Hey hey
And I said I need dollar dollar, a dollar is what I need
And if I share with you my story would you share your dollar with me

[Verse 1: Voraciously Vile]

Readin 911 on the richter scale
Best call the cops, cuz I'm about to make it hail
Think the world may be ending? I think the mayans failed
So no needs for a die hard fire sale
Boy goosebumped and pale, like paper covered in braille
His minds must be off track, like train slipped off the rail
Impaled entrails all I leave in my tracks
Retail whale cuz they got fat fuels on they backs
You lack stacked attacks, no vision cataracts
I lack a condum sack, but dont pull out like barrack in iraq
Retract what I be saying? Never
I'll always come back around stormy weather
Since I was a school kid smashin the teather
Balls the wall, never falls, I float like a feather
Or like a butterfly, stinging like a bee
Similar to ali I'm the greatest there will ever be
Detest me, arrest me, or try to impress me
See your fleeting testaments dont even duress me
Talkin bout my childhood, but no I'm not childish
Hes always lookin fresh, but me I'm not so stylish
Im guilish, so to make up for my shortcomings
I win as an underdog, like an american cool runnings
Bass drumming, beat thumping
Back to the beat, no time for twiddle thumbing
Live dummy, politician with no ventriloquist
Smell yummy, hotty wearing vanilla mist
Hard to resist, like an eye cyst leaving me in listlessness
Transist her 360 like bob burnquist
Kickflip to an ollie cops can't stood me
Pop two more at four then move onto dock three
See riding ain't runnin so I keeps on coasting
Making the mosty as I mozy
Thru the rows rows rows of boats gently down this cement stream
[Verse 2: Voraciously Vile]

Bout to disinfect all you white heads Lice-All
Some said he would fail some said he would fall
But he gets back up, cuz fallin ain't so bad when you not so tall
Scrawl, engraving his name in raps wall
Writes evil in blood, like his name scrambled on the wall of the hall
Enthralled that someday he might make a shining Nickel-son
A coke and some red rum would really tickle my pickle hun
Words spray like a twelve gauge shotgun give it to everyone, never ficklin
And my wick glow like a million candle light show
Bring hoes, last you seen her she was walking thru my door
Now its 5 to the 3-0
Dont wanna disturb the her kids so I climb out the window
She hate to see me leave but thats the life of a widow
Although hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
You must watch out for those with the red triangle tramp stamp adorned
Be warned, the results are not pretty
These women can make webs, like I can make lyrics witty
If your having trouble comprehending
Please consult your local dictionary to assist thee