Intro (Intelligence and Violence)

[Verse: Violent J]
Violent J, yo homeboy I'm packing a punch
Knocked out Greg on the motherfuckin' Brady Bunch
For no apparent reason, yo that's my attitude
Fuck off, gold digger, I don't rap for gratitude
Don't remember your name after I get the shot
Don't get loud, bitch, I'll tie your lips in a knot
Delray, Detroit, Southwest Military
Leavin' freaks hangin' like a motherfuckin' dingle berry
Yo man, I like big fat funked up freaks
[?] slapping that anus and I'm slappin' her butt cheeks
[?] my dick gets harder
My nuts petrified when I fucked Nell Carter
Cold-hearted [?] nobody pass
[?] little monkey looking ass
My nuts don't hang boy, too much fame
And your nuts are hanging down like a great dane
Military connections got Bruce Lee to thank
Pulling drive by's in a fuckin' tank
[?] and hit and never I'm wack
'Cause I'm built to the mack

[Outro: Violent J]
"Yo man, this one goes out to the HP posse, that's right, Hipple Park posse, my boys over there. Psych. All them fuckin' hicks. Them big-ass horseshoe wearin' fuck, straw hat, bean grill, pork cookin', [?] bear-footed, car fixin', fuckin' rodeo ridin', [?]. Ha ha ha ha ha ha."