First Day Out lyrics

`Got another funky rhyme
Another funky, funky rhyme
Got another funky rhyme
Another funky rhyme
Another funky, funky rhyme`

`Aw shit, man, that`s the ICP!!!
This is my jam!!!
I`m on a psychedelic, motherfucking inter-gallactic void G!!!
Aw, shit!`

[Violent J]
Well, they let the gate up so I bail
It`s been six months pick me up from the county jail
With a smog mother payin` my dues
Steel toliets, worn blankets, and rubber shoes
But I ain`t naggin`
Here come the fellas I can hear the muffler draggin`
8 men in the car long
And the Faygo is almost gone
My nuts are kinda hard so I need a mate
So my homeboy`s cousin set me up with a blind date
She said `Pick me up at three`
Can`t bitch, the bus don`t ride your street, ho
We gonna eat at Mexican Village
Take a cab and I`ll pay the tab
And when she showed, well, I`ll be damned
Left my wallet at home on the TV stand
Have her pay him and for dinner too
The knot in my sock, it done bit you
She`s all prettied up for nothing
I`m smelling like shit and my chin is scruffing
And I`m chewing on my food like a pitbull
Cuz I won`t front for the ho
Stuck my face in a bowl of soup
And just sucked it all up threw my missin` tooth
The bitch jumped up with a boom
`I have to fix my hair` and broke to the bathroom
She`s got the tab, so I go for mine
And order up some `52 vintage wine
Hey, Louie, bring a fuckin` steak with that
Motherfuckers like jail say fuck dat
She`s back now and her hair ain`t fixed
Probably took a long greasy-ass smelly shit
I ain`t saying nothing though
I ain`t saying nothing bout the funkin` ho
What
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