cold cuts ii

welcome to the mothership/ medecine upon your hip/cold sweat with the nasal drip/heres a dollar take a tip,/ go and buy yourself a whip,/ make a mouse go peep and pip,/ buy an axe make wood to chip/ we sober now dontchu trip/ membranes all blown out im insane/ but im steady sipping on the go juice columbiane ' /never gettin stained upon my teeth instead / im getting cleaner like we said we'd make it out the shed duckin all the feds no clout just like im dead like zombie brain im fed/ im out my freaking bed switch the Flow im gettin low my eyes are sow /i cant read all the fine print you kno/ i hit the stow to peep the glow, of a luminescent lamp like yeah i know, im like a mother truckin moth to cloth do i do this or do i doth, im like a broth mix it on up call me lil husky man, walking around town with no frickin hands drive a drop top just to flash a couple bands, if i wasnt lucky motherships wanna lands, just like secret service hopping straight up into france, now you know my raps dont make no mother fricken sense, spidy senses tingly like big electric fence, no more tobacco in my life never tense, back on up! with your attitude i aint caught your feelings dude give me some space with your mouth boy your acting rude i am just a rapper too!