Verse 2

[Verse 1] Met a retarded kid named Greg, with a wooden leg Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg Go to bed with the keg, wake up with the forty Mixed it with Alka-Seltzer and Formula 44D Fuck an acid tab, I strapped the whole sheet to my forehead Waited until it absorbed in, and fell to the floor dead No more said, case closed, end of discussion I'm blowin' up like spontaneous human combustion Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas Cross the bombers, we blowin' up your house, killing your parents And coming back to get your foster mommas And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus Cause I ain't making no more threats I'm doin' drive-bys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets I'm more or less sick in the head Maybe more cause I smoked crack today, yesterday, and the day before Saboteur, walk the block with a Labrador Strappin' more corral for war than El Salvador Foul style galore, verbal cow manure Comin' together like the eyebrow on Al B. Sure! Motherfucker!