We ain′t in here, we outta here

We ain't in it, we above it

Yeah

Just ran up in the mall with a quarter sack of heroin

Chocolate chip ecstasy

′Bout to sell a couple to a redhead, yeah

I'ma meet him in the back in the Burger King

Said he was an Eminem fan

So I gave him an autograph and said vicariously

And I never use that sparingly

American, please, take two on me

Get a pair of new chucks, put 'em in the back seat

Right next to the other fifty pair

I put ′еm on now, ready, I′m fresh as fuck

I change clothеs like I never had shit to wear

Like I never had a new whip to clean

Scrubbin' white walls, I can get tipped, yeah

Like I′ve never had a bucket seat to lean

Grippin' woodgrain ′til I catch a pistol, yeah

I'ma head over to the bar, reach in the toolbox

Throw a monkey wrench and catch a ratchet

Head up into the car, reach in the glove box

Pop the trunk and go jack a rabbit

In the mood to be rude, crude and trashy

What′s new but a credit card usin' plastic

Gotta carry two dollar bills in the back of the

Chain wallet just to feel like I'm average, I′m

Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get

Cold, me comin′ again, I'm runnin′ at the mouth

Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I′m

Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin′ 'em up, baby

Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get

Cold, me comin' again, I′m runnin′ at the mouth

Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I′m

Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin′ 'em up, baby, hot

And I′m feelin' sketchy

Fuck it, I'ma let the lead doodle (brr)

You feelin′ preppy

Chasin′ me down like a bottle of Yoo-hoo

But I'm a star, I′m like a space student

Boy, check the clock up in the bird, I'm coocoo

You walkin′ out the club like a wet noodle

Put your boy on a leash like a pet poodle

Bitch, firecracker

Nobody would light 'cause that fuse is too short

An evangelist for the dope man

I got the plug, what′s he abusin' you for?

Hittin' for the low like a basement, new floors

So keep your head up like a compass due north

You comin′ round the mud in the heavy Chevy

No Benz to him, no crown vic′, the blue Ford

Still kickin' Dixies

Still spit this filthy dirt the southern view for

The gutter and the motherfuckerin′ crooks to do court

Thanks to play I'm still kickin′ new doors

Down, I'm still bustin′ locks for you boys

Steal this shit like I stole manure

Smoke bellowin' out of a chimney stack

I'm burnin′ up a track like a full pack of Newports

Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get

Cold, me comin′ again, I'm runnin′ at the mouth

Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I′m

Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin′ 'em up, baby

Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get

Cold, me comin' again, I′m runnin′ at the mouth

Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I′m

Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin′ 'em up, baby, hot

All motherfuckin′ day

Cambo, give me that moonshine, boy

Fuckin' gettin' it, yeah!

And I really don′t mind

Whether or not you consider me as a rapper

I wrote a book on how to flip on the pattern

They forget about the wolf, now they′re flippin' it backwards

Ooh, what a rotten apple

Fuckin′ worms, just bait and tackle

So as a matter of fact

You're better off leavin′ me out of the rappers chapter

So while the old turntable wobble around

I'ma hit another shot, swallow it down

Take a purple bag off a bottle of Crown

And spare no change, follow me now

Every single record was a part of me now

They wanted to hold a piece and a part of me down

Motherfuckers are ′bout to get all of me now

ET phone home, callin' me now

Quite simply put, I'm infinitely good, just who I am

Meant to be this hood, trippin′ out all day

Just two more grams, I′m up in these woods, yeah

And like an oak tree that's poking

Off of the riverbank, I be hangin′ lowkey

Throwin' my cigarette in the fire like an old chief

Packin′ a bowl in the corn pipe with gold teeth, I'm

Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get

Cold, me comin′ again, I'm runnin' at the mouth

Snap, 51-5-0, I′m outta control, I′m

Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin′ 'em up, baby

Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get

Cold, me comin′ again, I'm runnin′ at the mouth

Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I'm

Dope, should′ve been cocaine, keepin′ 'em up, baby

Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get

Cold, me comin′ again, I'm runnin′ at the mouth

Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I′m

Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin' ′em up, baby

Hot, one hundred degrees in the booth, I get

Cold, me comin′ again, I'm runnin′ at the mouth

Snap, 51-5-0, I'm outta control, I′m

Dope, should've been cocaine, keepin′ 'em up, baby, hot

Hitchy-witchy country ass shit

What you talkin' ′bout?

Catfish, motherfucker