Money-Drunk - Cop Shoot Cop

Empty headed teetotalling

What makes you think down to my last finn

Can’t beg myself a drink you got my 20

A kind of fool to lend cheap truck driver

Rice, beans liar

Hands in your pockets to avoid my ire

But I’m behind you sticking like a train on a curve

Ain’t no disciple sewer diving fool

You got my 20 asleep in a puddle of drool

Hooked on scratch all your life

A borrowing fool now I want my greens back

It’s done all for you it can kick

One hand by my side, the other around your head

Shake it once you’d best she’d that skin or head for bed

Saw you on a subway bleeding still kick you twice

Take my jack and revenge can’t look me in the face

You’re a waste my son

I’ll meet you anywhere curl your hair

Toss you in the air 'cause there’s a little something undiscussed --

You’re no pet and you’ll learn to regret

That entrenched grin of yours

You wise ass hawker, stocking gawker

6 toed stalker, money walker

'Cuz I’m a money drunk

And that means I get mine

Paybacks are a bitch