Baby Ozzy

Verse:

Layin' in the cut, Scott Baio cats on coke
Weed, shrooms, molly pills
Gun tote, you get your back roped
You'd be in ICU, suckin' down tubes
I'm a hustlin', dude
Even do bags for huffin' glue
I bag anything, call me Baby Ozzy
My pops moved 300 pounds like David Crosby
I'm flattered by the imitations, Satanic initiations
My Desert Eagle serve your respiratory limitations
Giga? why you spit blood from every project to club
My homies rebels from Metal kids to bitter thugs
I turn winter 'cause it got no feelins
I was born dead, all my goons are concealin' these fuckin' squealers
I came out the womb with cuffs, born guilty
Undisputed I'm scandalous. homie. come out and try to kill me
They call me Driller Killer, sleepers put a 64
Crenshaw to NYC, my spit's raw

Outro:

- Took a few horses, that Monday night football, but forget about scores when will you end up in a camp?
- I need money!
- What horses? What games?
- I'm broke and I don't have any money, every son of a bitch around here that owes me money paid me, maybe I can do something!