Masta Ace Incorporated - Crazy Drunkin Style lyrics

Good good mornin, this is a warnin You slept on me last night, so stop the f*ckin yawnin You shouldn'ta dialed 540-WAKE You made a mistake, now your funeral's gonna take place I'm not the n***a that you really wanna fight, right? Cause I put my foot in Gladys, cause I thought she wore my Nikes And I just might f*ck your wife, cause I'm livin trife I gives a f*ck about a punk p**y rapper Cause I break the dawn in the p.m. to the day after You little punk ba*tards, the Digga's comin after Ya, strictly on a rub-out mission Say your prayers like a christian Or your punk a** will be missin Like Jimmy Hoffa, it's the drunken hip-hopper Comin to kick your a** proper to a slow beat or some opra But check me on the next verse, cause I'm out like Cindy Lauper Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger (I'm drunk, so what?) I got the crazy drunken style Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger (Give the man a taste, and he's gone) I could freak a flow, fresh like fish in the fryer It's the fat rhyme supplier on the 5 train attire Goin Uptown, kickin with the songs that be hittin I'm swingin like my dick on the toilet when I'm sh**tin I try to eat right, so don't even talk of swine Gettin mine on tracks that are rough like a porcupine The mathmatical abstraction, I'm waxin Maxin with action, shootin like Paxton Ring goes the ???, ding-ding goes the bell It's the man with the clientele, here to rock you well Knock the red out your socks, now it don't match your necks It's the crazy drunken style like a big gla** of Beck's Drink, drink, drink, oh, come and get a drink Of the lyrical intoxicants to make your breath stink We got the lyrical - hangover Check it out If the mic was a 40 (I would never be sober) (Drunk on Friday night) Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger (I'm drunk, so what?) I got the crazy drunken style Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger (Give the man a taste, and he's gone) When I'm brainstormin I do more than just rain Cause I'ma get you and throw your mama from the train I'm kinda vain, that makes me wanna slaughter Doin sh** you never thought of So don't cross the Digga, cause I'm a n***a over drunk waters So heat up the sk**et, so I can cook MC's like gizzards And beat that a** when you're off to see the wizard Oh is it, that bad muthaf*cka? Word to scouts honor The n***a from Saturday Night that rippin sh** like Sinead O'Connor So I wanna be startin some with muthaf*ckas that'll front when They really know they really don't want nothin Over here, cause I get heads fly like Mike and a pair of Nike Airs Agressive like a grizzly, so f*ck a care bear Rapunzel, s** my dick... and cut the weave out your hair