We were born in the seventies
  The rippin and rhyming and brethren see
  We're filling taste great
  In the old school I was eight
  Fot the new school I was late
  But in high school I was debate
  I rate in the great state of California
  I'm warning ya
  Je vais a la plage parce que le guignol est chouette!
  I kick nonsense in French tasty like Crepe Suzette
  I bet you gonna wanna try this but it takes niceness
  I like a beat that's unique and I like my head zooming
  And in my Continental you know that shit's booming
  With the diamond int eh back suicide doors
  You can look from here to eternity
  And never receive your morsel.
    Another tale of ordinary madness
  The girl who gave you her sex I heard was homeless say
  All I really wanna is to feel nirvana
  Won't you take me tonight and we just might find
  A bottle of wine and feel our nasty nature
  Your toung lickin' up my tounge
  Your radio pickin' up a smokey jazz love song
  Madness becomes you even though your
  Livin' life it's hard to exist when you're tempted
  By flesh you wanna bust through
  Beautiful legs in the bar there is poetry
  She bends and suspends and her ass
  Is a marvelous thing
  A dance dancin' at a club the Hereafter
  Who can't really dance but that doesn't really matter
  And she won't hear applause
  Cus your drunk and lost
  All light is gone
  Your arms spread like a cross
  And you're dreaming that the world
  Will soon fall apart
  Topless firl in your gaze
  Which is hazy
  Takes your dollar
  In the gutter without cigarettes
  Or wine your hungover
  I was warned of your normal
  Behaviour and felt
  My life was too short to
  Consider your wack self
  It's like this when you dip down
  And you are boxin'
  Reeling against the ropes and you
  Face some young Mexican
  Your scrappin' your kneck gets
  Snapped back your eyes have bled
  Your thinking' about a comeback
  But your takin' it to the head
  You little bastard
  Better watch you back
  Cuz we're after
  Your punk ass by God we're gonna jack it
  You're played out and small time
  And your show is over
  You're 'bout as lucky as a three leaf clover
  And your older ho bag sceezer
  In her droopy saggy skin
  Who thoughtshe was a model
  But in truth a never-has-been
  I'll slap that witch as if I were her pimp
  And my crew will attest to her fradulence