Crazy Drunken Style Lyrics - Slaughtahouse - Masta Ace Incorporated

[ lord digga ] 

Good good mornin, this is a warnin 

You slept on me last night, so stop the fuckin yawnin 

You shouldn'ta dialed 540-wake 

You made a mistake, now your funeral's gonna take place 

I'm not the nigga that you really wanna fight, right? 

Cause I put my foot in gladys, cause I thought she wore my nikes 

And I just might fuck your wife, cause I'm livin trife 

I gives a fuck about a punk pussy rapper 

Cause I break the dawn in the p.m. to the day after 

You little punk bastards, the digga's comin after 

Ya, strictly on a rub-out mission 

Say your prayers like a christian 

Or your punk ass will be missin 

Like jimmy hoffa, it's the drunken hip-hopper 

Comin to kick your ass proper to a slow beat or some opra 

But check me on the next verse, cause I'm out like cindy lauper 

Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger 

(I'm drunk, so what? ) 

I got the crazy drunken style 

Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger 

(give the man a taste, and he's gone) 

[ masta ace ] 

I could freak a flow, fresh like fish in the fryer 

It's the fat rhyme supplier on the 5 train attire 

Goin uptown, kickin with the songs that be hittin 

I'm swingin like my dick on the toilet when I'm shittin 

I try to eat right, so don't even talk of swine 

Gettin mine on tracks that are rough like a porcupine 

The mathmatical abstraction, I'm waxin 

Maxin with action, shootin like paxton 

Ring goes the ? ? ? , ding-ding goes the bell 

It's the man with the clientele, here to rock you well 

Knock the red out your socks, now it don't match your necks 

It's the crazy drunken style like a big glass of beck's 

Drink, drink, drink, oh, come and get a drink 

Of the lyrical intoxicants to make your breath stink (2x) 

We got the lyrical - hangover 

Check it out 

If the mic was a 40 (I would never be sober) (2x) 

(drunk on friday night) 

Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger 

(I'm drunk, so what? ) 

I got the crazy drunken style 

Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger 

(give the man a taste, and he's gone) 

[ lord digga ] 

When I'm brainstormin I do more than just rain 

Cause i'ma get you and throw your mama from the train 

I'm kinda vain, that makes me wanna slaughter 

Doin shit you never thought of 

So don't cross the digga, cause I'm a nigga over drunk waters 

So heat up the skillet, so I can cook mc's like gizzards 

And beat that ass when you're off to see the wizard 

Oh is it, that bad muthafucka? word to scouts honor 

The nigga from saturday night that rippin shit like sinead o'connor 

So I wanna be startin some with muthafuckas that'll front when 

They really know they really don't want nothin 

Over here, cause I get heads fly like mike and a pair of nike airs 

Agressive like a grizzly, so fuck a care bear 

Rapunzel, suck my dick... and cut the weave out your hair