What’s The Matter Fecal
I got my 9-milla
My Coupe De Villa
My pet Godzilla
And I’m a Pittsburgh Steela
Strollin’ in my 900 Benz
Ain’t got no time for my friends
It’s time to get loose
Still buggin’ in the war zone
My Impala covered in chrome
A street commando
Sportin’ a 9-foot afro
Comin’ from the East Coast
Poppin’ up the buttered toast
My enemies wanna get me
I got another place to be
From PA to NC
Comin’ out the ghetto like Elvis P
The cold wind blows and a baby is born
Livin’ a life of scorn
What’s the matter Fecal
Hangin’ out by the steeple
This ain’t no life for the regal
No love for the people
I’ll knock you out like Rip Van Winkle
Flush you down like a piece of fecal
Slap your face like a king medieval
Club your head like a baby seal