Well, I do pop pills
I keep my tube socks filled
And pop the same shit that got Tupac killed

Spit game to these hos
Like a soap opera episode
Then punch a bitch in the nose
Until her whole face explodes
There´s three things I hate: Girls, women, and bitches
I´m that vicious to talk up and drop-kick midgets
They call me "Boogie Night"
A stalker that walks awkward
Stick figure with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg
Coming through the airport sluggish, walking on crutches
And hit a pregnant bitch in the stomach with luggage
It´s like a dream, I can´t back out, I black out
I´m back out, looking for someone "of" to beat
the "crap out"

I´m bringing you rap singers
Two middle fingers
Flip you off in French and translate it in English
Then I´m gonna vanish from the face of this planet
And come back speaking so much Spanish that Pun can´t even understand it