Heat Niner

Trippin' off the beat kinda, drippin off the meat grinder
 Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft sweet minor
 China was a neat signer, trouble with the script
 Digits double dipped, bubble lipped, subtle lisp midget
 Borderline schizo, sort of fine tits though
 Pour the wine, whore to grind, quarter to nine, let's go
 Ever since ten eleven, glad she made a brethren
 Then it's last down, seven alligator seven, at the gates of heaven
 Knocking, no answer, slow dancer, hopeless romancer, dopest
 Yes, no? Villain, Metal face to Destro
 Guess so, still incredible in escrow
 Wild West style fest, y'all best to lay low
 Hey bro, Day Glo, set the bet, pay dough
 Before the cheddar get away, best to get Maaco
 The worst hated God who perpetrated odd favors
 Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers
 ... In all quad flavors, Lord save us
 Still back in the game like Jack LaLanne
 Think you know the name, don't rack your brain
 On a fast track to half sane
 Either in a slow beat or that the speed of "Wrath of Kane"
 Laughter, pain
 "Hackthoo'ing" songs lit, in the booth, with the best host
 Doing bong hits, on the roof, in the west coast
 He's at it again
 Mad at the pen
 Glad that we win, a tad fat, in a bad hat for men
 Grind the cinnamon, Manhattan warmongers
 You can find the villain in satin, congas
 The van screeches
 The old man preaches
 About the gold sand beaches
 The cold hand reaches
 For the old tan Ellesse's