This is Dick the wickedest
Strangulator, Holler to you
People kick you off your
Vibrators, hit the butts of
All the buttimen-investigators
Make their heads rotate
Like fake ventilators
Some later
I will go down where the
Underground's gone
Where never the sun shone
No single sunray came along
Never go there alone if you're
Not strong; cuz that's where
I come from and why I can
Hit you all
Like a bomb
And that's the reason why
I'm called the king of G
I can kill all the enemies
Who keep on following me
Got a gun so long
That it reaches my knee
See: I'm the king of G
And that's what all
Little Coolios want to be
That's right how I'm living
And this is life in the streets
Rough: that's what I am
as rough as just one man can
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Now
A good strangulator needs to be
Hard & cool
Cuz when you're strangling
It's coolness that rules
But now my last victim
Called me a weak fool
So I go looking for Dr. Sniedel
And ask him what to do
I say:
"Mr. Doctor gimme
Some medicine!
Because my last victim said
I piss my pants!
I'm in a state of weakness,
I'm like a man
of plasticine and I even got
No pair of Levi's jeans!"
Then he says:
"Well, Mr. Dick Strangulator,
If you want to get hard
You have to enter
The refridgerator
Shut the door, start the rotator
& some later
You'll come out and you'll
Surely feel greater!"
That's right what I did
Because that's
What makes hard a man
Hard: that's what I am
Harder still
Than one can stand
Oh no
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That's right what I did
Because that's
What makes so hard a man
But I am just a dick
And now I'm stiff as shit
Because I am far too cool
And far too hard
Oh I am just a dick
And it really makes me sick
Because I am far too hard
And just can't start
to work
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