Middletown, NY

8, 4, 5 Straight outa Orange County Give a fuck how chain stores found me This is choice just so bitches and kids flock around me Fuck discussion I'm the brink of bustin disgusting in the front of the club With bullets lookin for suction I count dough like enemies, even out the hood See Cage with two Uzis, his paper must be good Bitch sucked the nuts through the head of my dick Walked slanted, then got two new mayonnaise jars implanted Haters scapegoats with no plugs, could be legendary But, stay too broke, and a client cemetery Newburgh, shut it down Middletown, run it now BK, they commin out Kingston Queens, running mouth Ain't shit in Sullivan but gambling and AIDS Only Monticello dogs run if shit is at the raceway Your face spray out, two of these for the nine Before there's Hells Winter there's Movies for the Blind Middletown, New York, where I learned to walk and talk All the biggest willys been killed or caught You fucking with music you get no support Even local athletes they think hand to hands a sport I was raised on dirt weed and cheap liquor Watch the same hand that shake mine go and peel off the sticker The brand new album got hate more alive Cause I shit on every MC in the 845 Must have been drugged in my sleep by agents sent to end it Woke up underground with machines they can't wreck it With a PCP method I smoke the dead's misery Then rob the corpses to add insult to injury My hand in the same evil that ???? Never seen so many fucking sons in a dark city I bark witty Pity no soundtrack to bust cops So I push the envelope like 90's dust spots Street clean up, put you best team up Y'all crack dealers trying to rock with no re-up In a sedan, or coup, or truck, it's buck a Trooper State or local like it's yesterday, fuck the future Christ like anarchist, games evolve Get it, you want a clip but I came revolved Them shitty, I need to add a Y to M City Pen's gritty, ya'll titty, don't fuck with them kitty Middletown, New York, where I learned to walk and talk All the biggest willys been killed or caught You fucking with music you get no support Even local athletes they think hand to hands a sport I was raised on dirt weed and cheap liquor Watch the same hand that shake mine go and peel off the sticker The brand new album got hate more alive Cause I shit on every MC in the 845