Drop It

In dunghills with the Beatles
I studied flights of Eagles
On the dark side of my ego
I got moved
I don’t know the right people
I ain’t down with evil
I could use a meal
And some moves
I got no bones to pick
No porno crucifix
I got a fucked up bitch who doesn’t give a shit
You can’t tell her shit
And that’s the only way it is
Meanwhile, your soul’s for sale and it’s up for the highest bid
I got a couple bills I’ve ignored 13,000 times
I got a couple tricks to keep the bad things off my mind
Can you feel me, party people?
Can you feel me, party people?
Can you feel me, party people?
Am I getting through to you?
All I really fear is God and the federales
Becky’s got a job and she goes to college
Probably better off with a goon than goblin
I think I really love her but she’s gotta stop it
She can have my baby, if I’m being honest
Yeah, drop it, drop it…
I don’t know what I’ve been told
L.A. hit plus a New York jit
Six feet deep, bust a gat like shit
What?
Too cool to smoke PCP?
10/10 doctors disagree
Put a rapper out his misery
Expose the plan of the industry
Just tending to my garden
Oh pardon, send kids to the warden
L.A. hit plus a New York jit
Uptown drift with a downtown trip
Hello, baby, how are you?
Be the man that got a never better reason
seven times, then I’m leaving
Mom knows I’m crazy
Cause she knows who she was fuckin
On the night that I was conceived
I got the nails gnawed off, I’m a human disease
Got a Popeye, tall boy, ready to leave
Can’t kill me, I was born dead