[Verse 1: Kool G Rap]
Yo, how the fuck can I
Angle this? In plain English, bitches are armed and dangerous
With mad diseases from their pussy pieces to their anuses
Their legs get wider, put y’all venom in ‘em like a spider, so
I’m a skydiver with nothing but roughriders inside her ‘cause
I loves mine, the whole nine, so I’m protected, son, because
I can’t go out like Leslie Nielsen with The Naked Gun, I’m not
The one to be played and laid down an AIDS patient
Fried up and dried up like raisins—I’d rather go out blazing. Gots
To watch himself and grab the three-pack off the shelf, and that
Bitch ain’t concerned about her health, the nigga go for delf
‘Cause running up in ‘em cancer, put you flat down on your back—that’s why I
React estates, roll with hats for the bozack
[Verse 2: Akinyele]
Yo, Akafella staying
Paid, but I’m afraid of the disease. I’m on some Liber-
-ace shit, and I’m not talking dying from AIDS. I’m talking
Out, pushing keys. Motherfucker, please
I see y’all type of addicts sucking on pipes like craftmatics with that
John Starks walk, sparking the rock all erratic, packing
Bitches on my block grabbing my cock like automatics
They want to get their Salt-N-Pepa shoot on, supermarket
Start fucking for free, using their pussy for coupons
Don’t get me wrong, I’ll fuck them daisy dukes on all day, reclining
Black on Band-Aids so I don’t catch the first AIDS
Yo, how the fuck can I
Angle this? In plain English, bitches are armed and dangerous
With mad diseases from their pussy pieces to their anuses
Their legs get wider, put y’all venom in ‘em like a spider, so
I’m a skydiver with nothing but roughriders inside her ‘cause
I loves mine, the whole nine, so I’m protected, son, because
I can’t go out like Leslie Nielsen with The Naked Gun, I’m not
The one to be played and laid down an AIDS patient
Fried up and dried up like raisins—I’d rather go out blazing. Gots
To watch himself and grab the three-pack off the shelf, and that
Bitch ain’t concerned about her health, the nigga go for delf
‘Cause running up in ‘em cancer, put you flat down on your back—that’s why I
React estates, roll with hats for the bozack
[Verse 2: Akinyele]
Yo, Akafella staying
Paid, but I’m afraid of the disease. I’m on some Liber-
-ace shit, and I’m not talking dying from AIDS. I’m talking
Out, pushing keys. Motherfucker, please
I see y’all type of addicts sucking on pipes like craftmatics with that
John Starks walk, sparking the rock all erratic, packing
Bitches on my block grabbing my cock like automatics
They want to get their Salt-N-Pepa shoot on, supermarket
Start fucking for free, using their pussy for coupons
Don’t get me wrong, I’ll fuck them daisy dukes on all day, reclining
Black on Band-Aids so I don’t catch the first AIDS
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