The Best Man

I got the liquor bottle in my left hand
I know I'm not the model of the best man
I got the marijuana in the next hand
please forgive me lord I'm not the best man x2

I'm not the best man
I cram before exams
demand that I'm the man
when i can't even stand.
I break plans
so I can tape 40's to my hands
yellin fuck y'all to an audience of fans.
Me and my my mans
sit and dine and ditch from Tam's
quick to tell a dumb punk bitch to scram.
I ditch cops, sit up on the roof
and pitch rocks. Raise my middle finger
when i roll and miss stops.
I SMOKE daily
while i'm guzzlin Baileys,
obnoxious in the morning
when I'm stumbling crazy.
I think I'm made-
that's to call a spade a spade,
kick unsuspecting targets to display my rage
when it's judgment day
maybe that's when I'll pay
until then i'll be sinking in your ship for free.
I stay up perked till six-oclock in the morning
and deprive my epidermis of its melatonin.
I disrupt silence/ perpetuate violence
and what's worse I'm tellin everybody to try this.

I got the liquor bottle in my left hand
I know I'm not the model of the best man
I got the sticky ganja in the next hand
I know I'm not the model of the best man

I'm a new-fangled monster red of tooth and claw.
Flesh rippin fangs bone crushin jaw.
Raw lyrics ain't from my body, but my spirit.
I ain't passed on, but won't last long, so you fear it.
I can do more sets than you can do reps.
Gentlemen place your bets if you up to the test.
One of the best.
Only second when next to the:
F-O to the N-I-X.
Rolled up in the car down to smoke a b-legitimate,
I gots two or three eigths down to roll every bit of it.
Its just a kick back where we rip raps.
Don't get our beers taxed by lame suckas with no cash.
Even though we got evicted my homies stay lifted.
We smokin like its nobody's business, and it isnt.
SO why you actin so damn concerned,
with the styles that we kickin and the life we observe.
You should learn what you preach every person as an equal,
or every hateful tragedy will have itself a sequel.
Evil neighbor, hateful labor, opposite of a home maker, suenos breaker.
Ain't got enough paper to stop this hater, so we lay low and deal with Larry later.
We tried to live how we live,
gots treated like kids and kicked straight to the curb and told thats how it is.
But not on my watch.
I gots a full grown cock, my nuts done dropped, guaranteed to rock the spot.
How you gonna tell Mac-K to stop?
If this was the wild west I'da filled you right full of buck shot.
With me on the stage coach, puffin on a fat roach.
With your cash in the back and your wife on the track.
So keep your hands off my mike.
Cause its reserved for rhymes that ride rhythms out of site. A'ight?