Choose Your Poison House of Pain

(Bitches, bitches, bitches, mutherfuckers)

[Chorus]

I say hey now c'mon ya'll
If there's money in your pocket
And your walkin' tall
Make your way to the bar
And get your poison chose
And drink it old school style
In your B-Boy pose

I get off Mad flows
Like a pack of eskimo's
On the dog sled in the blizzard
Cause I'm the wizard of (oz)
Ah, Shit I'm gonna wreck ya set
And you steppin' to me is just an empty threat
Something I can't sweat
Kid, you never see my worry
I've never been caught
But my hands may be dirty
5 years from 30
Come check my age
If ya can't pop
Simply turn the page
And I'll engage
Wit that kid thats been swiftless
Stickin to the roof of your mouth like some chippin
Peanut butter
Ya know know my style's butter
Cause every word I utter
Rock's the sky's from the gutter
I make ya shudder
When I rock your soul
I do dames the way I like
I get mike's controlled
Well if ya get bold
Well then ya get bit
Cause your knowledge is a trick
Kid, It's makin me sick