Lyrics Crazy Drunkin' Style - Masta Ace Incorporated

Crazy Drunkin' Style - Masta Ace Incorporated
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crazy Drunkin' Style, artist - Masta Ace Incorporated. Album song SlaughtaHouse, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Bicycle Music Company
Song language: English

Crazy Drunkin' Style

Good good mornin, this is a warnin
You slept on me last night, so stop the fuckin yawnin
You shouldn’ta dialed 540-WAKE
You made a mistake, now your funeral’s gonna take place
I’m not the nigga that you really wanna fight, right?
Cause I put my foot in Gladys, cause I thought she wore my Nikes
And I just might fuck your wife, cause I’m livin trife
I gives a fuck about a punk pussy rapper
Cause I break the Dawn in the P.M.
to the day after
You little punk bastards, the Digga’s comin after
Ya, strictly on a rub-out mission
Say your prayers like a christian
Or your punk ass will be missin
Like Jimmy Hoffa, it’s the drunken hip-hopper
Comin to kick your ass proper to a slow beat or some opra
But check me on the next verse, cause I’m out like Cindy Lauper
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
(I'm drunk, so what?)
I got the crazy drunken style
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
(Give the man a taste, and he’s gone)
I could freak a flow, fresh like fish in the fryer
It’s the fat rhyme supplier on the 5 train attire
Goin Uptown, kickin with the songs that be hittin
I’m swingin like my dick on the toilet when I’m shittin
I try to eat right, so don’t even talk of swine
Gettin mine on tracks that are rough like a porcupine
The mathmatical abstraction, I’m waxin
Maxin with action, shootin like Paxton
Ring goes the trolley, ding-ding goes the bell
It’s the man with the clientele, here to rock you well
Knock the red out your socks, now it don’t match your necks
It’s the crazy drunken style like a big glass of Beck’s
Drink, drink, drink, oh, come and get a drink
Of the lyrical intoxicants to make your breath stink (2x)
We got the lyrical — hangover
Check it out
If the mic was a 40 (I would never be sober) (2x)
(Drunk on Friday night)
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
(I'm drunk, so what?)
I got the crazy drunken style
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
(Give the man a taste, and he’s gone)
When I’m brainstormin I do more than just rain
Cause I’mma get you and throw your mama from the train
I’m kinda vain, that makes me wanna slaughter
Doin shit you never thought of
So don’t cross the Digga, cause I’m a nigga over drunk waters
So heat up the skillet, so I can cook MC’s like gizzards
And beat that ass when you’re off to see the wizard
Oh is it, that bad muthafucka?
Word to scouts honor
The nigga from Saturday Night that rippin shit like Sinéad O’Connor
So I wanna be startin some with muthafuckas that’ll front when
They really know they really don’t want nothin
Over here, cause I get heads fly like Mike and a pair of Nike Airs
Agressive like a grizzly, so fuck a care bear
Rapunzel, suck my dick… and cut the weave out your hair

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Artist lyrics: Masta Ace Incorporated