ooh, here comes the sickest and the illest of them all
(what's your name boy) they call me Dre Dog
the c**e snortin, chewy smokin reverend in black (yeah)
just because you know my name fool, i don't have your back
but put some pep in your step and get the f*** on
before i have hen flashbacks and get my f*** on
but a lot of m************ seem to think i'm satanic
(why?) but makin sick s*** from the mind is automatic (hahaha)
grab a m*********** is my m*********** thang
and i slang these thangs like cocaine (i slang em)
and muslims hate me but i don't know why (i don't either)
is it because i say f*** you and your bean pies?
and no, i don't want no final call
i smoke skunk and still say man to all
cause i'm the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker
mo money, mo money, it's the black Jim Bakker
take naps in a coffin, sleep in a body bag
only paper that i like is money or zig-zags
rolled a blunt for that fool i didn't know (he didnt know)
Dre Dog get his amp from the lord indo
n**** do it, n**** good , do it for a ho
i got an axe to open up your chest just like a front door (open up your
chest)
an axe to open up your back just like a back door (back door)
and money for the cents i got the best indo
cause i never was a kid, my heart was too cold
when I came out my momma's p**** i was 12 years old (hahaha)
with long fingernails for the cocaine (long fingernails)
rough a** hands for the skull rings (skull rings)
potent a** dank for a f*** ring
and some sucka free n***** when i gang bang
so kneel down and bow to the sick one
i'll have the devil coming out your d*** eardrums (eardrums)
and when you see him say my name fool, don't scream
so cut your d*** you punk b**** it was a wet dream (haha)
it don't stop...
(chorus)
[f*** you, Dre Dog, you ain't s***] but i snort caine and it gets me ripped
[f*** you, Dre Dog, you ain't s***] but i smoke blunts and it gets me bent
[f*** you, Dre Dog, you ain't s***] yeah, but i snort caine and it gets me
ripped
[f*** you, Dre Dog, you ain't s***] but i smoke blunts and it gets me bent
[Dre Dog]
i should buy a cemetery and get much bigger (why?)
and make money off you dead a** n***** (hahahaha)
but fool you don't hear me (what?), n***** fear me (why?)
but they wanna get near me (who are you?)
the six five devil's son, (who?) I said the devil's son (who?)
can you find a more wicked one? (no)
that can creep through the night like a wicked witch
smokin ty stick (what?), on a broomstick (yeah)
because a n**** like me like to shake right
Now watch me jack off by your mother's gravesite (did you know her?)
because I knew her, and i f***** her, and i missed the c*** (uhhhh)
but here's a pipe without the knife on how i rip shop
the most hated man in Frisco's in your brain now
smokin chewy, you got me sick but im insane now
so give me body like Latifah and i might beat cha (everybody)
with my beanie on i look just like the grim reaper (hahahaha)
pony tail, saggy pants, bulletproof vest (what?)
like an alien, Dre Dog is coming through your chest (through your chest)
i'm not a cat, i don't scratch, i got long nails (meow)
i'm a pisces but i'd rather be a killa whale (killa whale)
don't turn your back, look how you act when i come to town (Frisco)
praise my name, kiss my ring, now bow down
sick material,
now don't you know my voice is good for f*****' up your stereo (yeah)
now Dre Dog account for cash, whoop that a**,
make the blast, (hahahaha) with a sinister laugh
(chorus)
[f*** you, Dre Dog, you ain't s***] but I snort caine and it gets me ripped
[f*** you, Dre Dog, you ain't s***] but I smoke blunts and it gets me bent
[f*** you, Dre Dog, you ain't s***] but I snort caine, I snort caine
[f*** you, Dre Dog, you ain't s***] fire up the blunts n****, I'm ghost
(what's your name boy) they call me Dre Dog
the c**e snortin, chewy smokin reverend in black (yeah)
just because you know my name fool, i don't have your back
but put some pep in your step and get the f*** on
before i have hen flashbacks and get my f*** on
but a lot of m************ seem to think i'm satanic
(why?) but makin sick s*** from the mind is automatic (hahaha)
grab a m*********** is my m*********** thang
and i slang these thangs like cocaine (i slang em)
and muslims hate me but i don't know why (i don't either)
is it because i say f*** you and your bean pies?
and no, i don't want no final call
i smoke skunk and still say man to all
cause i'm the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker
mo money, mo money, it's the black Jim Bakker
take naps in a coffin, sleep in a body bag
only paper that i like is money or zig-zags
rolled a blunt for that fool i didn't know (he didnt know)
Dre Dog get his amp from the lord indo
n**** do it, n**** good , do it for a ho
i got an axe to open up your chest just like a front door (open up your
chest)
an axe to open up your back just like a back door (back door)
and money for the cents i got the best indo
cause i never was a kid, my heart was too cold
when I came out my momma's p**** i was 12 years old (hahaha)
with long fingernails for the cocaine (long fingernails)
rough a** hands for the skull rings (skull rings)
potent a** dank for a f*** ring
and some sucka free n***** when i gang bang
so kneel down and bow to the sick one
i'll have the devil coming out your d*** eardrums (eardrums)
and when you see him say my name fool, don't scream
so cut your d*** you punk b**** it was a wet dream (haha)
it don't stop...
(chorus)
[f*** you, Dre Dog, you ain't s***] but i snort caine and it gets me ripped
[f*** you, Dre Dog, you ain't s***] but i smoke blunts and it gets me bent
[f*** you, Dre Dog, you ain't s***] yeah, but i snort caine and it gets me
ripped
[f*** you, Dre Dog, you ain't s***] but i smoke blunts and it gets me bent
[Dre Dog]
i should buy a cemetery and get much bigger (why?)
and make money off you dead a** n***** (hahahaha)
but fool you don't hear me (what?), n***** fear me (why?)
but they wanna get near me (who are you?)
the six five devil's son, (who?) I said the devil's son (who?)
can you find a more wicked one? (no)
that can creep through the night like a wicked witch
smokin ty stick (what?), on a broomstick (yeah)
because a n**** like me like to shake right
Now watch me jack off by your mother's gravesite (did you know her?)
because I knew her, and i f***** her, and i missed the c*** (uhhhh)
but here's a pipe without the knife on how i rip shop
the most hated man in Frisco's in your brain now
smokin chewy, you got me sick but im insane now
so give me body like Latifah and i might beat cha (everybody)
with my beanie on i look just like the grim reaper (hahahaha)
pony tail, saggy pants, bulletproof vest (what?)
like an alien, Dre Dog is coming through your chest (through your chest)
i'm not a cat, i don't scratch, i got long nails (meow)
i'm a pisces but i'd rather be a killa whale (killa whale)
don't turn your back, look how you act when i come to town (Frisco)
praise my name, kiss my ring, now bow down
sick material,
now don't you know my voice is good for f*****' up your stereo (yeah)
now Dre Dog account for cash, whoop that a**,
make the blast, (hahahaha) with a sinister laugh
(chorus)
[f*** you, Dre Dog, you ain't s***] but I snort caine and it gets me ripped
[f*** you, Dre Dog, you ain't s***] but I smoke blunts and it gets me bent
[f*** you, Dre Dog, you ain't s***] but I snort caine, I snort caine
[f*** you, Dre Dog, you ain't s***] fire up the blunts n****, I'm ghost