Gin and juice! Gin and juice! Everyone be lovin' gin and juice!
I'll rain down upon you like Robert the Bruce,
Pound you into submissions till you be shouting 'Truce!
Please mister, please mister, I don't want the noose!'
But I won't listen cause I'm fucking obtuse,
My mind is set, you're gonna die
Squirm all you wanna, I'd like to see you try
To escape, my son, you're not so spry,
And you're messing with the fox, that you can't deny,
So whenever I wanna I'll wave you goodbye,
Bury you six feet under for the worms to feast,
That's what you get for messing with the beast.
Should I get you a priest?
Atheist motherfucker you gonna be deceased,
And all because you think you're all that,
Get ready my brother, this is mortal combat
I don't play around when it?s my turn to bat
I'll hit a home run and tip my top-hat
To the ladies in the stands who came to see me
Shaking their asses like it?s the royal jubilee
All them fine ladies, Belle and Marie,
Fine looking bitches, I think you'll agree,
But when they stare at you they is more a banshee,
For all they remind you of is me,
I'm coming for you and I don't deal in remorse
When I bust you I do it straight from the source
With rhymes, not force,
And class, of course,
And I won't stop till don't stop till I cause your divorce,
Cause you missus, I see her glance in my direction
I am the object of her affection,
A fly-ass brother approaching perfection,
And between her and me I feel a connection,
It's deep like the farthest depths of the sea
So I'll lay her down, Marvin Gaye on CD,
And love her all night till her soul it be free
And she be screamin: 'Oooh! Woweee!'
Just like that she's mine, one two three.
Can't you see?
It's over, before it even begun,
Don'?t make me pull out my other gun,
Head down and be gone,
You ain't got no brawn,
You're nothing more than my little pawn,
Bow down before me, I'm your Zeus!
A glass in my hand of gin and juice! Gin and juice! Everyone be lovin' gin and juice!
