creep creep i m on the creep the creep for the kine bud o c late night rolling in the v dub sick of scraping resin so i m looking for a sack all i learn i ll head for burn bso s got my back right on right on brother blaze on you better rip that shit rip it it s that 1605 shit real hunnington beats backyard fucking garage style bump bump bump that s the sound of the fifteens while they re hitting in my trunk said bump bump bump we re the kottonmouth kings and we don t give a fuck well i m that kid that the bitches talk about saint s what they shout you got all the clout a day in the life of a kottonmouth king 1605 now the stereo is off i sway push play you hear humble gods from a mile away all the heads are bobbing because the base is bumping d loc is mumbling i got a little something well he passed me a hornet and i took a sip sparked up a bowl and i took a rip trip came to halt at an intersection turned up the music at my discretion d loc in the back said what do i see a jeep full of freaks just staring at me d loc was right they were in a range rover looked over my shoulder i pulled them all over they got out the car and stepped to my side i said hello ladies let s take a ride i m saint dog that s d loc the man daddy x is the one that s driving the van so climb on in and don t be shy we re gonna close the doors and let the games be fly once again i said it my name s sd it s just another day of a p t b come on come on x2 saint dog putting it down for suburban pride i was living my life on a nine to five up early in the morning trying to survive chump change it s a shame with no education no inspiration no destination but now my occupation is to do what i like keep the crowd moving and rock the mic because if i don t rock it then another sucker will and if you don t jock it then i can t pay the bills trick daddy x threw me out on stage said saint represent for the underage same damn year my face is up and raised got that ring in my nose labeled sixteen gauge no saint dog i hunt ducks with a twelve gauge and when i m on the stage yes i get get real blazed get me on the court my skills will put you in a maze t t t twicking a twine all day come on come on x3 d loc s on the mic rip rip shit up it s the unpolitical psychoanalytical undefeated champ that will stick you fool my style is crazy not wooka wakka lazy if you chill with me i ll be sure to plant you in the ground let you drift like a daisy that shit s in my system makes my life kind of hazy my momma my poppa i think i should tell them the j gots my head and fucked up my cerebellum it s about time to compute your math because my beats keep bumping like a seismograph see i ve tripped before but never like this straight to my mind put my brain in a bliss i won t fake the funk when i m smoking on a skunk that forty bowl evil got my peacock drunk and like micky mantle i can switch my stance i m a supercharged baller that s electrically enhanced my flows are silky soft like i m writing them in lotion and i m a lyricist that s poetry in motion to each town to each house i cause mass commmotion take it all for my potion farewell to all and to all goodnight i m leaving these out all night wait wait wait you said that shit will suck you up get off the and rock the bump come on x1 biotch 