Olga (1984)

What are you sayin'?

No, no, I just bein' chillin', man

Oh, yeah, I'm in my room, and I wrote this song about you

It's kinda grease land, it's kinda gang land, what I mean

Don't know, we just had some good times

Then I just have to spill my thoughts on the page, innit

Yeah

I miss that big booty of yours though

Oh, yeah, man, let me rap it to you real quick though

Let me know what you're sayin'

Uh-huh

Sippin' Guinnesses, chillin' on the moon

Her name is fuckin' Luna, I'm the loony to the tune

Kissin' on her neck because she's gorgeous

Flirtin' with her mama 'cause her ass is so enormous

This sweet endeavor, yeah, she's borderin' on clever

Suffocated with that pussy, masturbated a capella

I mean masticated, chewin' on her pen

Spill the cereal and smuggle magic mushrooms for the sex

I shed a tear with a beer

Limitations of the imitated, speak with no fear

Crack the bottle of the Henny, spill the pennies

Yeah, cheers for the years

Hate to see you leavin', don't blame it on the beers

Over-rated, emancipated by pissy fits

Smoochy and salubrious, bedazzled  by his **** lips

So bedazzled as he babbled out a weird slang

Speakin' like a muffin as he muffled out the kid's name

I'll unplug, and I'll move like a fuckin' slug

And this flow will smother your ears, so I'm breakin' them earplugs

And the cables gettin' distorted, I'm certain to unplug

Disposables and dug

Can never wet that fuckin' bed 'cause Daddy was a thug

Uncles that he never had 'cause crack over love

Bed full of bugs, bedbugs, I'm a sucker for the drugs

But on the rag, moany as my granddad

While you was playin' PlayStation, she was out in Baghdad

I'm done spittin', I'm never preachin', I'm sittin'

As she's lickin' on my body, yeah, she's mimickin' a kitten

But I'm here to fuckin' conquer, predicaments of Mayans

And I'm cryin' to my self-esteem, is Heaven gonna prosper?

I built this city raw like I was chewin' on a Stanley blade

Evade with the hope, crushin' the city on a renegade

And stompin' on his tippy-toes, run until the priest say

Our only Lord and Savior was a ****

Jerusalem was Africa until they came and pillaged

Pickin' out the beauty in the queens

Takin' all the kings, tyin' them in chains

Takin' all my money, makin' me his slave

I bear witness to this testament of grief

Analogies and eulogies 'cause everything is bleak

My God's always tellin' me to contemplate and concentrate

And illustrate my inner hate

Similes that assimilate and stack the means

Commiserate upon the misery of gettin' cream

Flirtin' with the queen, oops, I mean Eve

'Cause she was always naggin' 'bout an apple in a tree

Imagine if the Bible said Adam, not Eve, but Steve

Would Sunday be the most important day of the week?

And I like them girls raw, almost borderin' a freak

And I like my steaks bloody, raw, leakin' on the meat

And them black bitches twerkin' on my pee-pee for a tweet

And a pig with a severed head hangin' by his feet

Like a negro back in 1923

But the spades in my daggers stabbin' apples from a tree

And don't blame it on the beers, but cheers

All I wanna do is shed a tear

And don't blame it on the beers, but cheers

All I wanna do is shed a tear

And don't blame it on the beers

All I wanna do is shed a tear

And don't blame it on the beers, but cheers

All I wanna do is shed a tear