Ayy man it’s Sticky

F-I-N-G-A-Z the crazy cajun blazin’, bullets for dayz and dayz

and grazin’ amazin’, I’m the guy that’s lacin’

Purple-hazin’, hard-to-be-phasin’ LORD all this hell that I’m raisin’

God of the underground, I’m gunning ‘em down with a thunder pound

We gonna [SHUT 'EM DOWN!]

We turn shit dumb quick when the gun click

Lyin’ in ya rhymes’ worse than lyin’ on your dick

In the morgue, admit it dogs, I’m the rottweiler, my glock holla

Fuck cocaine killa, I sniff gunpowder

So all y’all real Willies throw your Roley’s in the sky

And all my crooks, rob the players outside!

I’m so hype, I’ll take yo’ life, better have my dough right

And FUCK FIVE MICS!!! I DON’T NEED NO MIC!!!!!

Arrrghhhhh!!!

WHAT?!?!?!

BRING IT!!!!

SHUT ‘EM DOWN!

Sticky Fingaz from “Shut ‘Em Down” off the album Shut ‘Em Down.

Who else but Sticky could out spaz Dark Man X in the middle of ’98 while Dog was at his prime? Look at his face. He meant every word. This is that ignorant shit you love with the lyrical twist you need. The album was rabbit feces though.