Kickin’ Flows on a Sunday

[Verse 1: Andre Legacy]
Who the nicest MC on the mic?
Driving home drunk, lips stuck on the pipe
I almost got a DUI in '95
Ever since then, let the bitch drive
I, uh, rhyme fresh, dipped in piss
Sniffing cocaine with somebody's kid
All the shit I did, that's a memory
Raping tape decks, Memorex don't forget shit
Straight up, who want to battle me?
I'm on drugs, talking about your family
It's understandable, your dick demands bed
Backhand your dad for acting like a fag
Sho'nuff, the boy gone ballistic
Package wack rappers like gifts on Christmas
Picture this, my name in lights
The Legacy, bitch, what the fuck you got?

[Verse 2: Dirt Nasty]
I hang out with scary black dudes
And hairy area fools with tattoos
They be like, "Who be the illest cracker?"
Dirt Nasty, white trash compactor
I'm bubblicious
I got a couple hot bitches that do my dishes
Can't nobody stop me
When I chop the Oxy and drink my coffee
Starfuck at Starbucks, partner
Talk to the mafia at Red Lobster
Never learned about the birds and the bees
Because my dad smoked crack and he lurked in the streets
And I was never into gangbanging
Just banging a gang of girls on vacation, man
I'm a strange individual
My chihuahua is gnarly, your pitbull is pitiful