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Alkaholic
biography
Cmon [X] [E] trice [X] [E] Yeah.. Ahh.... E It's that millenium ridiculous flow, I never let go [Xzibit] Niggaz gettin knocked out is part of my show Let em know who they fuckn wit yo: a rhyme wrangler TriDangle a, nigga by the ankle off the balcony Now let his punk ass go, look out below (BELOWWWW) We officially not fuckin around It's a tale of two cities, come out when the sun go down (hah!) with my fresh pressed khakis in a slingshot Stuck in the ground, fitted with a suit in a pine box So heatbox all day in a nigga face
And all you bitches see the dick that you shoulda ate [Call it what you wanna call it Ain't gotta put no extras on it I'm a fuckin Alkaholik Bring it if you really want it Call it what you wanna call it I'm a fuckin Alkaholik Bring it if you realli want it Ain't gonna put no extras on it
[Erick Sermon] 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 watch and flaunt it Yo, I bang a nigga head til his neck pop Kidnap T. Lewis and Jimmy Jam on it Do a KR's one to a black cop While you stay broker than Al Bundy X and E's, out for cream, get the money Uhh, give it to yall, in Any Given Sunday (I hate E so much right now!) Blow it down nigga, bounce With J. Fox namin tha spot, make it hot come off the ropes like J. Snooka (Two fly motherfuckers) You can't fuck widdit
Backed by Open Bar, so y'all forget it
[JJ McEnroe, cam smashin, party crashin I eat MC's like a ration I leave you stiffer than that fool on my basketball trophies I'm in the room with 10 G's, countin ten G's I'm sockin niggaz in their goatees Cause we need a bag of weed (can you smell it?) Now we need ten dimes, to blow on these like wind chimes Time to close the blinds cause you all in mines I bought a bottle for the session, 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 tha gallons
Since I'm too drunk to walk, I rock a party on crutches [Tash] Slurred words, double vision, brain bustin, head rushin Forget it, it's liquid, no listen, Xzibit and still rush the roughest MC who wanna get it CaI slap bitches on the ass, I slap pimps about the muzzle I shuffle with the microphone, bang rhymes consistant For instance, 21 and over, set your clocks back You wack and I'm CaTwo(Tick tock tick tock) Still standin where the rocks at (Thirty niggaz, sixty hoes) and that's the motherfuckin guestlist
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