Intro

(album: Intelligence & Violence - 1990)

Violent J, yo homeboy I'm packing a punch
Knocked out Greg on the motherfucking Brady Bunch
For no apparent reason, yo that's my attitude
Fuck off, gold digger, I don't rap for gratitude
Don't remember your name after I get the shot
Don't get loud, bitch, I'll tie your lips in a knot
Delray, Detroit, Southwest Military
Leaving freaks hanging like a motherfucking dingle berry
Yo man, I like big fat funked up freaks
[?] slapping that anus and I'm slapping her butt cheeks
[?] my dick gets harder
My nuts petrified when I fucked Nell Carter
Cold-hearted [?] nobody pass
[?] little monkey looking ass
My nuts don't hang boy, too much fame
And your nuts are hanging down like a great dane
Military connections got Bruce Lee to thank
Pulling drive by's in a fucking tank
[?] and hit and never I'm wack
'Cause I'm built to the mack

"Yo man, this one goes out to the [?] posse, that's right, [?] posse, my boys over there. Psych. All them fucking hicks. Them big-ass horseshoe wearing fuck, straw hat, bean grill, pork cooking, [?] bear-footed, car fixing, fucking rodeo riding, [?]. Ha ha ha ha ha ha."