| Right? |
| Read the next line! |
| You wanna retrieve rabies uh hey-ahaha! |
| My name’s Kid Joe, I shit on your floor, my kids are dirtbags, I’ll fuck your |
| wife’s a whore, five years in Attica, I lost my mind, beatin' the fuckin' cops |
| now I’m droppin' awesome rhymes! |
| I smell like shit similar to my wife’s crotch, The Kid Joe, The Pre-Fix for |
| Death, it’s the MODS! |
| Listen up man don’t make me smack them, I make no sense that’s why you can |
| catch me with ship, it’s them or him, him and she, I don’t know who I wanna be, |
| I just wanna be me Joe Palomini, Brooklyn fat Gotti cunt what next to do, |
| Peter North fade what’s you wanna do? AHAHAHAHAHAHA! |
| My wife’s ain’t paid, my kid’s are dirty pieces o' shit, my kid’s a lowlife |
| he’s a fuckin' bum, he has nothin' to fuckin' say but, I’m a fuckin' CRUMB! AHA! |
| It’s my baby I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with' it! |
| Who baby?! |
| My baby! |
| And what will you do with it? |
| And I’ll do whatever the FUCK I want! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! |
| This is for all the weirdos from Brooklyn I represent you, I am your leader, |
| your master, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! |
| The fuckin' bu-, the fabric business is going OFF, AHAHAHAHAHAHA! |