Greg - A Cappella

Met a retarded kid name Greg with a wooden leg

Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg

Go to bed with the keg, wake up with a 40

Mix it with Alka Seltzer and formula 44-D

Fuck an acid tab, I strapped the whole sheet to my forehead

Waited 'til it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead

No more said, case closed, end of discussion

I'm blowin' up like spontaneous human combustion

Leavin' you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas

Cross the bombers, we blowin' up your house

Killin' your parents, and comin' back to get your foster mommas

And I'm as good at keepin' a promise as Nostradamus

'Cause I ain't makin' no more threats

I'm doin' drive-bys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets

I'm more or less sick in the head, maybe more

'Cause I smoked crack today, yesterday, and the day before

Saboteur, walk the block with a Labrador

Strapped with more corral for war than El Salvador

Foul style galore, verbal cow manure

Comin' together like an eyebrow on Al B. Sure!