Fucking Your Culture

(It's a Smash!)

Play-play-play-play-players never die

(You did good, $lick)

It's that demented motherf-, I'm kickin' it with my brothers

Repping the *59, you know Grey the f- color

My gat' screamin', "Kill 'em Wetto, hit 'em where they lay!"

Smokin' 'em like some indo, let the pistol up and spray

Never could be f- with, my d-, they love to suck it

They calling me game seven $lick, I switch a b- like subjects

Pull up continental, make a hoe get sentimental

I got 18K in dental, ballin' with no fundamentals

Michael Jackson off a thriller dose, hold off on the killer dose

Cookin' up in a rental (bam!), Emeril with the chemical

Grippin' on my genitals, Northside general

Pull up in that Benz, Forgis turn it something cynical, anyway (Northside!)

Thinking I'm 'bout to die by anyday (Northside!)

Half high pass five (Northside!), rollin' up that M- (Northside!)

I might drop 30 like I'm Curry (Northside!) with no NBA (Northside!)

Hop out, Eddie Murray with the stick (Northside!) and let it swing away (Northside!)

Hot boy turn the block out, pimping out the c- house

Macking up on these b-, flew a hoe to f- from Krakow

My d- threw her back out, packed and flew her back out

Been running and gunning and f-, all while tripping in a black out

Mane, it's the killer (North), Northside Guerilla

Mom and dad both fiends and my ex a pill dealer (Northside!)

Tell me who keep it realer? There's no drug I ain't touched

Basquiat your face, and I Banksy your place up

Boy, aim with your face up, they clowns with no makeup

This me before warm-ups, I ain't even laced up

F-boy get your rank up, robbing and dealing and homicide

Spice 1, Wetto from the ghetto, I was born to die

Let 'em fry

Ruby gettin' up in them gizzards, neck look like a blizzard

Keepin' an eye on these snakes in the grass, so I move just like a lizard

Backwood tastes vanilla, popping p-killers

Grip the .45, I feel like the Grey Gorilla

Chickenheads flocking, they think I'm a quesadilla

Beating up the p-, I must be a ladykiller, yeah

Papa Pine, break yo' spine, rub her c- likes it's a vibe

Now she's asking what's my sign, so I threw up the *59

I'm the Lord of the 7th Ward, pick the lock on heaven's door

Feel no need to settle scores, leave p- red and sore

Never called her back, she breakin' down like metalcore

Everybody steals my sauce like they fiending for peppercorn (7th Ward!)

Check the score (7th Ward!), Grey*59, five and o' in the fourth (7th Ward!)

What a chore, rolled a blunt so big (7th Ward!) we'll have to light it with a torch (7th Ward!)

Whip looks like it might've lost the Second World War, yah (7th Ward!)

Ruby such an animal (7th Ward!)

7th Ward Dragon, when I breathe it's f- flammable

Keep my clique tight and isolated like we cannibals

Spit so many bars you'll think infinity is tangible

All these f- chains, you would think I'm wearing mannacles

Yeah, b-, tell me what's happenin'

D- so big, I'll turn her pussy to the Grand Canyon

All my haters pussy, like I keep on smelling salmon

Keep it old school, I might pull up with a cannon

Yeah, b-, tell me what it is

Wake up with a smile, picking out the right fit

O.J. in the mornin', like I stabbed a white b-

Every color in the f- rainbow sucked my white d-

Wait for a beep, dial 5-9 and hit the pound

Uhm, okay, so I'll talk to you later