No Vaseline

Damn. (Whispers)

Oh, yeah. It ain’t over, motherfuckers

The motherfuckin' saga continues

(some of NWA’s songs reverberated)

But now, since he stepped the fuck off

(Message to B.A. and Turn Off The Radio reverberated)

Fuck All Y'all

Goddamn, I'm glad y'all set it off

Used to be hard, now you're just wet and soft

First you was down with the AK

And now I see you on a video with Michel'le

Looking like straight Bozos

I saw it coming, that's why I went solo

And kept on stomping

While y'all mothafuckers moved straight outta Compton

Living with the Whites, one big house

And not another nigga in sight

I started off with too much cargo

Dropped four niggas now I'm making all the dough

White man just ruling

The Niggas With Attitudes? (Who ya fooling!)

Y'all niggas just phony

I put that on my Mama and my dead homies

Yella Boy's on your team, so you're losing

Ay yo Dre, stick to producing

Calling me Arnold, but you bent-a-dick

Eazy-E saw your ass and went in it quick

You got jealous when I got my own company

But I'm a man, and ain't nobody humping me

Trying to sound like Amerikkka's Most

You could yell all day, but you don't come close

Cause you know I'm the one that flowed

Ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go

With the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B, and y'all disgrace the C-P-T

Cause you're getting fucked out your green by a White boy

With no vaseline

Now you're getting done without vaseline (3x)

Damn, it feels good to see people, on it

The bigger the cap, the bigger the peeling

Who gives a fuck about a punk-ass villain

You're getting fucked real quick

And Eazy's dick is smelling like MC Ren's shit

Tried to tell you a year ago

But Willie D told me to let a ho be a ho, so

I couldn't stop you from getting ganked

Now let's play big-bank-take-little-bank

Tried to diss Ice Cube, it wasn't worth it

Cause the broomstick fit your ass so perfect

Cut my hair? Naw, cut them balls

Cause I heard you like giving up the drawers

Gang-banged by your manager, fella

Getting money out your ass like a mothafucking Ready Teller

Giving up the dollar bills

Now they got The Villain with a purse and high-heels

So don't believe what Ren say

Cause he's going out like Kunte Kinte

But I got a whip for ya, Toby

Used to be my homie, now you act like you don't know me

It's a case of divide-and-conquer

Cause you let a Jew break up my crew

House nigga gotta run and hide

Yelling Compton, but you moved to Riverside

So don't front, MC Ren, cause I remember when you drove a B-210

Broke as a mothafucking joke

Let you on the scene to back up the First Team

It ain't my fault, one nigga got smart

And they ripping your asshole apart

By taking your green, oh yeah

The Villain does get fucked with no vaseline

I never have dinner with the President

I never have dinner with the President

I never have dinner with the President

And when I see your ass again, I'll be hesitant

And I'll think you a snitch

Throw a house nigga in a ditch

Half-pint bitch, fucking your homeboys

You little maggot; Eazy E turned faggot

With your manager, fella

Fucking MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella

But if they were smart as me

Eazy-E a'be hanging from a tree

With no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline

Light em up, burn em up, flame on

Till that Jheri curl is gone

On a permanent vacation, off the Massa plantation

Heard you both got the same bank account

Dumb nigga, what you thinking bout

Get rid of that Devil real simple, put a bullet in his temple

Cause you can't be the Nigga 4 Life crew

With a White Jew telling you what to do

Pulling wools with your scams, now I gotta play the Silence of the Lambs

With a midget who's a punk, too

Trying to fuck me, but I'd rather fuck you

Eric Wright, punk always into something, getting fucked at night

By Mista Shitpacker

Bend over for the goddamn cracker, no vaseline