Greg - A Cappella

Met a retarded kid name Greg with a wooden leg
 Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg
 Go to bed with the keg, wake up with a 40
 Mix it with Alka Seltzer and formula 44-D
 Fuck an acid tab, I strapped the whole sheet to my forehead
 Waited 'til it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead
 No more said, case closed, end of discussion
 I'm blowin' up like spontaneous human combustion
 Leavin' you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas
 Cross the bombers, we blowin' up your house
 Killin' your parents, and comin' back to get your foster mommas
 And I'm as good at keepin' a promise as Nostradamus
 'Cause I ain't makin' no more threats
 I'm doin' drive-bys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets
 I'm more or less sick in the head, maybe more
 'Cause I smoked crack today, yesterday, and the day before
 Saboteur, walk the block with a Labrador
 Strapped with more corral for war than El Salvador
 Foul style galore, verbal cow manure
 Comin' together like an eyebrow on Al B. Sure!