[A-1]
I been drinkin' hard liquor way past beer
Gold, brown, black liquor way past clear
She pulled down my pants zipper way fast
We're drivin' drunk, I almost died this way last year
But maybe dyin' should be my last fear
What if a baby was cryin' and shed it's last tear
Right before it's mama got hit with this fuckin' Honda
While holdin' it and the baby just couldn't escape the crash clear
If that ever happens I hope that they take the baby and it's mommy
And wrap they bodies in cashmere, bury'em in a field of poppys
And carry'em softly in a diamond coffin that's blue aquarium glass clear
I hope they force me to stand still
Drop a piano on my head then an anvil, take my dead body to the back of a landfill
And bury me underneath all the trash that they have there
My conscience try to warn me, but I act like I can't hear
Because it's girls all on me and she sayin "Drive real fast cause my pad's near. Here."
And I'm picturin' her face as we make love wit' her legs up like a pap smear
Then I can't steer, can't think, and then I BLACK OUT!
But wake up in her house wit'a black drink.. that's weird

[Jeff Turner]
This shit is not a picnic what is new is very bland
You stick with nitwits sickened from your sewer sippin' clans
I sip elixirs mix with adrenaline from my fans
Then lick the liquid drippin' from pituitary glands
All I see is green like the wicked witch's hand
Green, like the eyes of Columbus when he gazed upon this land
Green don't grow anymore, the hour glass ran out of sand
Green is all up in the water, radiation from Japan
Inhibited wit' a profound rap, give it a soundtrack
My dividens count that, sippin' an amount that
If you do not agree you finna get hit wit' a brown.. BAT
Cause the umpire's workin' for you characters right?
Stole your flow from the radio, you're the stereotype
Crazy like Osama's killer, Obama's middle name
Hussein, we're trapped listenin' to trap wearin' two chains
Life is not a sprint it's all about endurance
FUCK A LAMBORGHINI give me medical insurance
I can't begin to tell you what I overcame, feelin' all the pain
Wanted to blow my brains, load it, BANG and the only way I discovered that I am not a victim
Is to say that I am not a fucking... person that just forgot his line but it's ok
It's the reality of what happens and it's ok
My name is not OJ, I don't slay white bitches n***a, get it while I take'em
Slap you in your fuckin' mouth my n***a assalamualaikum
[Acie High (Aqualeo)]
Again, I, step to the mic like "Bitch what?"
Still out of uniform like "Bitch what?"
Cause the day I switch my game up and dick suck is the day I be like Ochocinco
End this bitch and get cut
And for those that's lookin' at me like "What is this?" What, a n***a without diamonds on can't give the business?
Y'all know I'm here but can't see me like fish piss
Would like to worship me, but I wasn't born on Christmas
In this twilight zone, am I stuck forever?
And while I'm here does a G n***a get to fuck Bella?
A hungry wolf and blood sucker for cheddar
And if there's chocolate on my balls does that make it Nutella?
Zero losses, I'm "The One" and shit, and too much for a bitch, yeah I'm too much for a bitch
Only threesomes wit' four blunts and a fifth of Crown on 6th street waitin' for 7 to hit
To rob a record store for 8 tracks to split back to the ninth dimension
Wit' a 10 suckin' my dick
You do the math I'm lovin' this shit
Open the door and get splashed with a bucket of piss
Because it's.. pranks, from here on out
Bet they hear me when I make a bank, clear on out
I'm so serious, it's the return of Heath, but I ain't 'bout to put a shank near my mouth
I.. started from the bottom now I'm here, but I was really dumped in the slumps
You would be too, with only one Star Crunch for your lunch
So when I see a cat in a bad spot I try to help'em out like "Huh n***a! Huh!"
Crossed over the crossroads and saw that Kriss Kross n***a on the cross and I told'em "Jump n***a jump!"
You heard of my skills, and you think I'm through playin' this game
Acie High in this bitch, Aqualeo is the name it's goin' down
[Priceless (Aqualeo)]
It's time for the extermination
Chem trails to eliminate all the vermin hatin'
It ain't evil, see they gotta reduce the population
And turn kids homosexual so they stop from matin'
I'm the one who was sent to destroy idols with fire
Ignored me when I told the world Michael was the messiah, agent for hire, draped and laced in Mason's attire
St. George's flag up on my face exposin' fakes and liars
So.. if he's a god where's his legend at? It's a couple of rap n***as here sellin' that
Yellin' they went to Hell and back, saw Jesus walks? no evidence or compellin' facts
Bumped his head, shit now his melon is swellin' fat, since he got the big head he's claimin' that he's celestial
Mike stated clearly that most these n***as is vegetable, detestable, dead n***as actin' extra terrestrial
Wit' nothin' contextual that validates that they're credible
These n***as must be credible, must think that they're not edible
Makin' outrageous statements, uncheckable, illegible
These n***as ain't gods these n***as is frauds, stealin' steez cause if they was gods, these n***as would all be feelin' me
No sympathy for simple thieves or gimmicks using similies
Who started out as backpacker rappers but now are deities
And damn near every n***a done skeeted the chick he seeded believe it--Aye!
(They don't even want me to say it)