You Got A Problem

3, 2, 1, I'm that son of a gun, but one who hasthe fun by the kilo and the ton.

Like MarvAlbert but worse,

I got the curse, gotperverse with the nurse in the maternityward.

That's right,

I'm nuts, ask

Fisty Cuts.

Igot outpatient status at the

Brooklyn Zoo.

Doobie doobie doo, we like the crew thatruns up in the club wearin' alligator shoes.

When I get the blues

I get it really bad, ask

Kronos for promos,

Feliz Navidad.

JohnnyBlack got my back, baby, happy or sad.

If Ifall out of your favor, don' get mad.

If the heat don't get me then the drugs surewill, stirrin' scotch and soda's with a twentydollar bill.

My head feels like old vinyl, and like

Lionel,I'm idle.

Secretly stalking the title, stealin'scenes by ways and means.

And thats whymarines got

M-16's I think

I love her, butshe's affected, ******** detected.

Wonderwhy she got neglected,

I legged it, turned uphere,

I'll have a beer and a joke about that

Guenevere.

Lord I been knowin' there'd bedays like these, but please don't hit me withthe quick release, and don't rat me out to

Edwin Meese, 'cause

I been around theworld and the seven seas.

If the heat don't get me then the drugs surewill, stirrin' scotch and soda's with a twentydollar bill.

My mamma always told menever drink on pills, roll down the window'cause

I'm feelin' kinda ill.