Pete Rose

[Verse 1: Slank] Yo, I'm a Louisville nigga, what's good I'd probably stay blunted every second if I could My habitats the booth, me and Menace on a coup, d'etat For the ooos and aahs, my nigga, naa-na-na-naa-naa Fuck a A & a B, I'm tryna' D-A-B And get rowdy while creating CDs People hear a foe as I roll Young nigga in the Lincoln with them stock 4-dos Ay yo, My vocab make hoes sad, and fuck niggas mad Pack more talent in my go-nads than they will ever have... In they life, I'm super take flight So I heat my nail right, when I'm fitna' strike the mic Hold up and wait a minute, wood with the chrome finish Known to straight rape a sentence, bass for they face Menace? Fuck yes our shit bump I leave that limp carcass by the wax in my trunk, what? [Hook x2: O-E] When I hit the booth bitch, Yea I'm Pete Rose I'm Satchel Paige to all these other Negroes Accountant Hula-Hoopin' with these zeros Villainous flows, murkin' ya heros [Verse 2: O-E] Me & Slank got the wax no candles Give me the beat and let me dismantle We got the rhymes, and Menace got the samples My Verses are ample I'm like a prophet rocking sandals, you can call me Samuel, Sosa Next year, I'll be, sippin' Mimosas In a Testarossa, sitting next to a girl who looks like Josa- Phine-Baker, I'm the Undertaker Got another tombstone for a fucking hater Turn a super-model, into a waiter Just cause I said so, naw I ain't pay her Black AC Slater, unmasked crusader Dark Side, no Darth Vader inhalin' vapors Cross-Faded talking to the neighbors...About gettin' this paper! [Hook x2: OE] [Verse 3: Slank] Yo, I'm a Bluegrass spitta, what it do? The bad nigga back in grade school breaking rules I never saw Friday free time, too busy in detention And ever since then I've been filled with resentment Said fuck this in 10th grade! Rounded up a posse and a gar and got blazed Niggas was amazed at my syllables, impeccable diction I'll put a hole in your Cheerios with lyrical friction, nigga I ain't tryna' play around, I'm high & underground you get your bars out the lost & found Or else the playground, I spit it super profound You spit bullshit when hoes 'round, but still they pants don't go down! Yo, I'm fucked up and lovin' it, you talk shit I muzzle it I'm stoned and I'm tweakin' out, I think I hear the government The bass in the whip straight thumpin' You can't top Slank, you ain't got enough gumption, you fuck niggas