Alkaholik (feat. Erick Sermon, J-Ro & Tash)

It's that millennium ridiculous flow

I never let go

**** gettin' knocked out is part of my show

Let 'em know who they fuckin' with, yo

A rhyme wrangler

Triangular push ups

The hillside strangler

Dangle a **** by the ankle off the balcony

Now let his punk ass go

Look out below

There's a tale of two cities

Come out when the sun go down

We officially not fuckin' around

Stuck in the ground

Fitted with a suit and a pine box

With my fresh press khakis in a slingshot

So heatbox all day in a **** face

And all your bitches see the dick that you shoulda ate

Call it what you wanna call it

I'm a fuckin' alkaholik

Bring it if you really want it

Ain't gotta put no extras on it

Call it what you wanna call it

I'm a fuckin' alkaholik

Bring it if you really want it

Ain't gotta put no extras on it

Yo, I'm in the zone and lyrically gone

Got the spot blown, boom, Oklahoma

Watch the aroma catch those who love me

My underground dirty cats on dune buggies

I be the type to take your walk to flaunt it

Kidnap T Lewis and Jimmy Jam on it

Yo, I bang a **** head till his neck pop

Do a KRS one to a black cop

X and E's out for the cream

Get the money, while you stay broker than Al Bundy

Give it to y'all on any given Sunday

With J Fox, name the spot, make it hot

I hate E so much right now

Blow it down with the bounce

Come off the rope like J Snooka

Two fly motherfuckers

You can't fuck with it

Backed by open bars so y'all forget it

Call it what you wanna call it

I'm a fuckin' alkaholik

Bring it if you really want it

Ain't gotta put no extras on it

Call it what you wanna call it

I'm a fuckin' alkaholik

Bring it if you really want it

Ain't gotta put no extras on it

Jay Mac the roll, cam smash and party crashin'

I eat MC's like the raption

I'm sockin' **** in they goatee's

I leave you stiffer than a fool on my basketball trophies

I'm in a room with ten G's

Countin' ten G's

'Cause we need a bag of weed

Can you smell it?

And we need ten dimes to blow on these like wind chimes

Time to close the blinds 'cause you all in mines

So buy the bottle for the section and did not share it

Drink so much Captain Mo

All I need is a parrot

You took the alkaholik challenge and lost your balance

You underground, we under water drinkin' liquid by the gallons

Slurred words, double vision

Brain bustin', head rushin'

As if I'm too drunk to walk

I'm like a party on crutches

And still rush the roughest MC who want to get it

Forget it, liquid, don't licks it, Xzibit

Contest to the blast, I find the piece to the puzzle

I slap bitches on the ass

I slap tits up out the muzzle

I shuffle with the mic, I find bank rhymes consistent

You wack and I'm fantast and that's the motherfuckin' difference

For instance, twenty one and over, set your clocks back

Still standin' where the rocks at

Two thousand one, we still young guns, that's restless

Thirty ****, sixty hoes

And that's the motherfuckin' guest list

Call it what you wanna call it

I'm a fuckin' alkaholik

Bring it if you really want it

Ain't gotta put no extras on it

Call it what you wanna call it

I'm a fuckin' alkaholik

Bring it if you really want it

Ain't gotta put no extras on it