| Song | Crazy Drunken Style |
| Artist | Masta Ace |
| Album | SlaughtaHouse |
| 作词 : Dlear, Ellis, Glover | |
| Good good mornin, this is a warnin | |
| You slept on me last night, so stop the fuckin yawnin | |
| You shouldn'ta dialed 540-wake | |
| You made a mistake, now your funeral's gonna take place | |
| I'm not the nigga that you really wanna fight, right? | |
| Cause i put my foot in gladys, cause i thought she wore my nikes | |
| And i just might fuck your wife, cause i'm livin trife | |
| I gives a fuck about a punk pussy rapper | |
| Cause i break the dawn in the p.m. to the day after | |
| You little punk bastards, the digga's comin after | |
| Ya, strictly on a rub-out mission | |
| Say your prayers like a christian | |
| Or your punk ass will be missin | |
| Like jimmy hoffa, it's the drunken hip-hopper | |
| Comin to kick your ass proper to a slow beat or some opra | |
| But check me on the next verse, cause i'm out like cindy lauper | |
| Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger | |
| (i'm drunk, so what?) | |
| I got the crazy drunken style | |
| Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger | |
| (give the man a taste, and he's gone) | |
| [ masta ace ] | |
| I could freak a flow, fresh like fish in the fryer | |
| It's the fat rhyme supplier on the 5 train attire | |
| Goin uptown, kickin with the songs that be hittin | |
| I'm swingin like my dick on the toilet when i'm shittin | |
| I try to eat right, so don't even talk of swine | |
| Gettin mine on tracks that are rough like a porcupine | |
| The mathmatical abstraction, i'm waxin | |
| Maxin with action, shootin like paxton | |
| Ring goes the ???, ding-ding goes the bell | |
| It's the man with the clientele, here to rock you well | |
| Knock the red out your socks, now it don't match your necks | |
| It's the crazy drunken style like a big glass of beck's | |
| Drink, drink, drink, oh, come and get a drink | |
| Of the lyrical intoxicants to make your breath stink (2x) | |
| We got the lyrical - hangover | |
| Check it out | |
| If the mic was a 40 (i would never be sober) (2x) | |
| (drunk on friday night) | |
| Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger | |
| (i'm drunk, so what?) | |
| I got the crazy drunken style | |
| Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger | |
| (give the man a taste, and he's gone) | |
| [ lord digga ] | |
| When i'm brainstormin i do more than just rain | |
| Cause i'ma get you and throw your mama from the train | |
| I'm kinda vain, that makes me wanna slaughter | |
| Doin shit you never thought of | |
| So don't cross the digga, cause i'm a nigga over drunk waters | |
| So heat up the skillet, so i can cook mc's like gizzards | |
| And beat that ass when you're off to see the wizard | |
| Oh is it, that bad muthafucka? word to scouts honor | |
| The nigga from saturday night that rippin shit like sinead o'connor | |
| So i wanna be startin some with muthafuckas that'll front when | |
| They really know they really don't want nothin | |
| Over here, cause i get heads fly like mike and a pair of nike airs | |
| Agressive like a grizzly, so fuck a care bear | |
| Rapunzel, suck my dick... and cut the weave out your hair |
| zuò cí : Dlear, Ellis, Glover | |
| Good good mornin, this is a warnin | |
| You slept on me last night, so stop the fuckin yawnin | |
| You shouldn' ta dialed 540wake | |
| You made a mistake, now your funeral' s gonna take place | |
| I' m not the nigga that you really wanna fight, right? | |
| Cause i put my foot in gladys, cause i thought she wore my nikes | |
| And i just might fuck your wife, cause i' m livin trife | |
| I gives a fuck about a punk pussy rapper | |
| Cause i break the dawn in the p. m. to the day after | |
| You little punk bastards, the digga' s comin after | |
| Ya, strictly on a rubout mission | |
| Say your prayers like a christian | |
| Or your punk ass will be missin | |
| Like jimmy hoffa, it' s the drunken hiphopper | |
| Comin to kick your ass proper to a slow beat or some opra | |
| But check me on the next verse, cause i' m out like cindy lauper | |
| Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger | |
| i' m drunk, so what? | |
| I got the crazy drunken style | |
| Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger | |
| give the man a taste, and he' s gone | |
| masta ace | |
| I could freak a flow, fresh like fish in the fryer | |
| It' s the fat rhyme supplier on the 5 train attire | |
| Goin uptown, kickin with the songs that be hittin | |
| I' m swingin like my dick on the toilet when i' m shittin | |
| I try to eat right, so don' t even talk of swine | |
| Gettin mine on tracks that are rough like a porcupine | |
| The mathmatical abstraction, i' m waxin | |
| Maxin with action, shootin like paxton | |
| Ring goes the ???, dingding goes the bell | |
| It' s the man with the clientele, here to rock you well | |
| Knock the red out your socks, now it don' t match your necks | |
| It' s the crazy drunken style like a big glass of beck' s | |
| Drink, drink, drink, oh, come and get a drink | |
| Of the lyrical intoxicants to make your breath stink 2x | |
| We got the lyrical hangover | |
| Check it out | |
| If the mic was a 40 i would never be sober 2x | |
| drunk on friday night | |
| Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger | |
| i' m drunk, so what? | |
| I got the crazy drunken style | |
| Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger | |
| give the man a taste, and he' s gone | |
| lord digga | |
| When i' m brainstormin i do more than just rain | |
| Cause i' ma get you and throw your mama from the train | |
| I' m kinda vain, that makes me wanna slaughter | |
| Doin shit you never thought of | |
| So don' t cross the digga, cause i' m a nigga over drunk waters | |
| So heat up the skillet, so i can cook mc' s like gizzards | |
| And beat that ass when you' re off to see the wizard | |
| Oh is it, that bad muthafucka? word to scouts honor | |
| The nigga from saturday night that rippin shit like sinead o' connor | |
| So i wanna be startin some with muthafuckas that' ll front when | |
| They really know they really don' t want nothin | |
| Over here, cause i get heads fly like mike and a pair of nike airs | |
| Agressive like a grizzly, so fuck a care bear | |
| Rapunzel, suck my dick... and cut the weave out your hair |