Heat Niner

Trippin' off the beat kinda
Drippin off the meat grinder
Heat niner, pimping, stripping
Soft sweet minor china was a neat signer
Trouble with the script
Digit's double dipped, bubble lipped
Subtle lisp midget
Borderline schizo, sort of fine tit's though
Pour the wine, whore to
Grind, quarter to nine, let's go
Ever since ten eleven
Glad she made a brethren
Then it's last down, seven alligator seven
At the gates of heaven
Knocking, no answer, slow
Dancer, hopeless romancer, dopest
Yes, no? Villain, Metal face to Destro
Guess so, still incredible in escrow
Wild West style fest, y'all best to lay low
Hey bro, Day Glo, set the bet, pay dough
Before the cheddar get away
Best to get Maaco the worst hated God who
Perpetrated odd favors
Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers
This how we do it out here
In this underground real shit, nigga
In all quad flavors, Lord save us
Still back in the game like Jack LaLanne
Think you know the name
Don't rack your brain
On a fast track to half sane
Either in a slow beat or that
The speed of "Wrath of Kane" laughter, pain
"Hackthoo'ing" songs lit, in the booth
With the best host
Doing bong hit's, on the roof
In the west coast
He's at it again, mad at the pen
Glad that we win, a tad fat
In a bad hat for men
Grind the cinnamon, Manhattan warmongers
You can find the villain in satin, congas
The van screeches the old man preaches about
The gold sand beaches
The cold hand reaches for
The old tan Ellesse's inhale exhale
Jeez

One, Two and this is the way