That second half of that last verse on shytsville is absolute fire
I went back and forth with some work done went threw a few plugs
This white devil society dare a nikka to do drugs
and dare yo ass to deal 'em, distribute and conceal 'em
My nikkaz don't got no boats or no ports, how you think we get 'em?
Crack was black America's cup of coffee in the beginnin
When they crept up on you wiggers, you crackers couldn't fight the feelin
Motherfukk euthanasia I'll lace your food up with razors
Make you gargle with salt water, excuse yourself from my table
I fathered these fukk nikkaz with fables; p*ssy I been real
Good on any street, up shyt's Creek, it's shytsville nikka"