Lyrics
Verse 1
I wanna be that rap superstar,
and clutch a glock and fire a slug from my car,
you're damn right,
I wanna kill a mutha fucka,
for sayin' shit he shouldn't have said,
then rape his girl and kill his brother,
This "Krayzee Kracka" off his fuck'n rocker,
ain't no rocker, but a rapper,
turn the page, the next chapter,
Early morning, I'd just awoke,
raised the head from the pillow,
took a sip and took a smoke,
Long day ahead,
it wasted in my bed,
bitch under the sheets,
phat booty, giving head,
The fact o' the matter,
got wack shit to do,
that girls booty gettin' phatter,
Straight off to the studio,
no means of transport,
I cadged a life like a hoe,
My homeboy went 'n' hit the decks,
while I hit the mic and spit,
Rap bible, full o' shit,
That the day that I made this track,
it also the day that I whipped my boss with my gat,
My shit be off the wall,
but it damn sure enough,
to get me in the fame of hall,
Correction, get me in the hall of fame,
Too damn stoned to play this game,
Am I sure that this shit's for me?
hell yeah,
I packed my tool and smoked a tree,
Verse 2
The second verse,
it be sicker that than the first,
fuck around,
face up in a hearse
No joke,
no shit,
no front,
you know I aint messing,
as I'm smoking a blunt,
Niggaz come,
bring your verse and battle,
I round kats up,
kats up like cattle,
I'm tough to beat,
Cracka's killed on wax,
you be dodgin' me,
like the government's tax,
Vindictive,
so addictive,
you're predictive,
so restricted,
Krazy Kracka,
like a fuck'n line backer,
compared to me,
you're a fuck'n shelf stacker,
Exhausted,
too tired to rhyme,
I wanna leave it here,
without another line,
But I got a point,
I got a point to prove,
Tryin' to make an impact,
with this "Krayzee" groove,
I couldn't give a f*ck if you disapprove,
I'm hard like enamel off a fuck'n tooth,
Face off,
Look at you and scoff,
Try to cuss on me,
No guts, just cough,
Melodic beat,
the tone of this tune,
to your material,
I must be immune,
No effect,
when you tryin' to ride,
just accept the loss,
and swallow your pride,
Cast aside,
and I fucked your bride,
don't fuck wit piru,
til I die "west side",
The last four,
you couldn't score wit a whore,
you lack the vital,
aint gained no rapport,
