You Got A Problem

3, 2, 1, I'm that son of a gun, but one who has
 the fun by the kilo and the ton. Like Marv
 Albert but worse, I got the curse, got
 perverse with the nurse in the maternity
 ward. That's right, I'm nuts, ask Fisty Cuts. I
 got outpatient status at the Brooklyn Zoo.
 Doobie doobie doo, we like the crew that
 runs up in the club wearin' alligator shoes.
 When I get the blues I get it really bad, ask
 Kronos for promos, Feliz Navidad. Johnny
 Black got my back, baby, happy or sad. If I
 fall out of your favor, don' get mad.
 If the heat don't get me then the drugs sure
 will, stirrin' scotch and soda's with a twenty
 dollar bill.
 My head feels like old vinyl, and like Lionel,
 I'm idle. Secretly stalking the title, stealin'
 scenes by ways and means. And thats why
 marines got M-16's I think I love her, but
 she's affected, bullshit detected. Wonder
 why she got neglected, I legged it, turned up
 here, I'll have a beer and a joke about that
 Guenevere. Lord I been knowin' there'd be
 days like these, but please don't hit me with
 the quick release, and don't rat me out to
 Edwin Meese, 'cause I been around the
 world and the seven seas.
 If the heat don't get me then the drugs sure
 will, stirrin' scotch and soda's with a twenty
 dollar bill. My mamma always told me
 never drink on pills, roll down the window
 'cause I'm feelin' kinda ill.