"Under The Influence" Lyrics

querh ner ner ner, le le le le, le le, le le, quer ner le
ner neich ner neh

Translation
So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
Cuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick

Two pills I pop 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats can't chew through his last pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightning
Frightened with five little white Vicodin pills bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital lost
Stingin' the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls
I light a candle and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife by the blade and stab you with the fuckin' handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'
(Bitch it's too late)
Cuz once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains

I'm an instigator, three-eighty slug penetrator
Degrading, creating murders to kill haters
Accused for every crime known thru the equator
They knew I did it, for havin' blood on my 'gators
My weed'll hit your chest like a double barrel gauge an'
I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in your face
Wit a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remy, I do shit on purpose
You never hear me say "forgive me"
I'm snatchin' every penny
I gotta be that way nigga, face it
That weed I sold to you. Brigade laced it
You hidin', I make the president get a facelift
Niggas just afraid, handin' me they bracelets
Chillin' in the lab, wasted
I'm the type that'll drink Kahlua and gin, throw up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site
And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight

So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
Cuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick
Cuz I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit
Cuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick

I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my preacher on fire
Slash your tires, flyin' down Fenkel and Meyers
Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin' my dick off in a bed of barbed wire
(Hey, is Bizarre performing?) Bitch, didn't you read the flyer?
Special invited guest will be Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm retired
Fuckin' your bitch in the ass with a tire iron
I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip
My DJ's in a coma for lettin' the record skip
Lettin' the record skip
Lettin' the record skip (Damn!)
I'm fuckin' anything when I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pit bull an abortion
Some bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin' ass mom

Ay-yo, flashback, 2 feets, two deep up in that ass crack
Weed laced with somethin', nigga pass that
In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats
At a "Stop the Violence" rally, I blast gats
Be your momma publishin', get your ASCAP-ped
The Kuniver, divide up your cash stack
Run your mothafuckin' pockets, ASAP
I don't need a platinum chain bitch, I snatch Shaq's
Born loser, half thief and half black
Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, a rich rapper get a Jag jacked
And found chopped up in a trash bag

We stranglin' rappers to the point they can't yell
Cuz they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome, and causin' more violence than 9 hoodlums
I grapple your adam's apple until it crackle
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, cuz I'm a Luni, I got a Yukmouth and it's polluted
I cock it back then shoot it.
I love snatchin' up playas, thugs and young ballas
Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers
Brigade, barricade to bring the noise
While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a song with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga, screamin' Kuniva, yo yo
I leave ya face leakin'
Run up in church and smack the preacher while he's preachin'
Take a swing at the deacon

I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight
I was straight until I got caught sellin' 'em shake
I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for havin' sex in my tent
With the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order
I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water
In cahoots with this nigga named Carlisle Von
Who got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a bomb
(Special delivery) I signed to a local label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run
Drive by you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none
Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin' niggas runnin' they funds
Used to be the type of nigga that was foldin' some one's
'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough

So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
Cuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick
Cuz I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit
Cuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick

Suck my motherfuckin' dick
D-12
Dirty motherfuckin' Dozen
Nasty like a stank slut bitch with 30 fuckin' husbands
Bizarre kid
Swifty McVeigh
The Kon Artis
The Kuniva
Dirty Harry
Haha, and Slim Shady