[Hook: Classic Cris]

1 dick, 2 balls, 3 eyes, 4
At the liquor store with 12 quarters for the colt
1 dick, 2 balls, 3 eyes, 4
At the liquor store with 12 quarters for the colt

[Verse 1: Classic Cris]

Rest in peace Ms. Lees where my money used to go
Got me drunk as mother fuck with a couple of my bros
Now I'm swagging shining bright like a diamond
Got that hot fire man I'm looking like I'm Dylan
Next mother fucker come close get choked
Rompompumsting bumbaclot on you hoes
Condoms, magnum, not talkin' bout that P.I.
I'm high no me high, I'm fustin no juck him
Let's move on to something more useful like muffins
We camping at Fargos you looking like something
I don't like to diss dudes, but y'all sound like bitches
Rather pull my dick out, hang it in the kitchen
Telling her to eat it, like I'm a dietician
Then she make it disappear like she was a magician
Oh Classic Cris is so fucking nasty
Tell your friends spread the word like ass cheeks

[Hook: Classic Cris]

1 dick, 2 balls, 3 eyes, 4
At the liquor store with 12 quarters for the colt
1 dick, 2 balls, 3 eyes, 4
At the liquor store with 12 quarters for the colt

[Verse 2: CJ]

Mary Jane just loves me they can't break her down like i do
Lyrical murderers they don't sell our shit on iTunes
Got these bitches jumping like they sitting on a hot stool
Fucking better bitches the one you with is in high school
If you talking dirty better believe we will find you
Chop you up and feed you to my dogs they won't find who
Did it then hid it I'm just sick or maybe I got the flu
I don't know I'm going crazy my nigga I wonder too
What if Im possessed and I just murder all the industry
All I see is swag fags and all these damn mini me's
Easily influenced I can't let that shit get into me
Everybody hating on the Crack I feed off energy
No one above the crew my nigga we are the centerpiece
If you're number 1 why you hating its still a mystery
Had to get a new email cuz it couldn't even fit a g
Drinking so much whiskey they be thinking I'm from Tennessee


[Hook: Classic Cris]

1 dick, 2 balls, 3 eyes, 4
At the liquor store with 12 quarters for the colt
1 dick, 2 balls, 3 eyes, 4
At the liquor store with 12 quarters for the colt

[Verse 3: GK Paypastaks]

We lapping the track and they sitting roadside
Mechanical sabotaging the beat and it is so fried
So fly, so sick, bird flu, nose dive. Oh shit
Here he comes delirious
Flow designed to be furious
Faster than all 6 K's Justin had sent to us
Venomous, split her legs like I'm adjusting antennas
I'm venting cold hearted like Kevin froze in the polar caps
Notice that we don't fuck around like orgies in cul-de-sacs
Welcome to the Crack digging a bigger sicker trap
When you hear them triggers clap
Better be ready to get back
With a handle of jack I'm about to hammer it tapping that ass
An animal stacking that cash, in-fathomable rappin like that
I'm out
G