Nazareth Savage (Explicit Album Version)

I had bad chicks that blow cum bubbles like bubblegum

Plus they ass lick, summer house, be sippin' rum

Layin' lazy in the recliner, couple days in my ashtray

Smoke signals from the haze

I stick my finger through it, the ring of smoke broke

That symbolize weak guys, pop the strong link off

The infrastructure cave in, amazin'

I ain't have to read the Art of War to slay men

Serve niggaz, bird niggaz speakin' reckless

When they momma love the kid's records, I've made you gutless

You don't know struggle, throw couple shells at you

Hell grabs you, nail stabs a hand of the Nasirine

I carried the cross to help you afford that plasma screen

Gave you chumps a path to walk

Hold my hand, I'm a guide you like the O.G.

But don't talk, don't get it confused

'Cause none y'all can fit in my shoes

Y'all made of chemicals, artificial accents

God'll forgive you bastards

Only if ya'll repent to the Nazareth Savage

I squeeze nipples like pimples to get the puss, get it?

Form a crew, swallow forty cal' bullets after dinner's finished

Wash it down with a shot of tequila, pocket full'a scrilla

Can't come close to Francis Coppola, Samson, no Delilah

You're pint-sized, I'm mic's eyes

With the gladiator tattoos on it

You scared to look too long at

Sit on a don's lap tell you a story, shorty

Spicy like lories, chicken heads and orgies

Criminals that draw heat in their late forties

Drug habits, love grabbin' kids up like yours

Sendin' you a picture of them in they drawers with black eyes

Savage guys, you hire Magnum P.I.'s to bag up my guys

Said you was a thug with a good disguise

Try to protect your cabbage

You runnin' from the Nazareth Savage

Son's backward flows, they say mine is very scary

Smell fear like a canine that finds buried babies

And all of y'all wear that same aroma

How to blow on your eighth L.P, I'll show ya

You're whack, nigga, face it

In the history of the game, you have no placement

Liquor and weed just massacred their mind

Or the celebrity or they couldn't change with time

So now they run they mouth

But when the sun go south, the guns come out

My cavalry woulda been threw ten in your skin

Casualty wanna you be, don't don't want it me, with straight savage