The Early Stuff

"For Any B*tch With Blunts"


For any b*tch with blunts-I've got blunts too/

you think you smell of perfume-you stink of c*** juice

when it come's to you-I'll kill you and your punk cru/

I don't need me a pump-I juts need my 2.2

load it from the back-then unload it in your back/

I might sound sad-but that's 'cause I'm smokin crack

I've got a broken back-from f****** a fat bitch/

ain't my fault though-hoe love suck a fat d***

'cause that's just the way-that a honki get's down/

that's why every girl I know's Dad-won't let me around

but it don't get me down-'cause my name spells don/

so keep wishing in a wishing well-'cause you'll be sleeping in a pond

we could all get along-but that would be crap/

'cause I'd have nobody to diss-and nothing me to rap

so dad this is for you-listen close,I'll say it once/

thanks for disowning me-so this raps for you, I call it Cu**.