Artist: Master Fuol Album: Brownsville Kid Song: Drunk Fist Typed by: Davida.b. [Chorus: Master Fuol] You can't touch my style (the drunk fist) Drive the chickens wild (drunk fist) Love my Island smile (the drunk fist) I'll be around a while (drunk fist) [Master Fuol] My ??? ?citizen tassles? will blast you Overthrow your castle, Master Fuol, daddy cool Criminal, smokey light in a bee's flight Criminals hold metal cuz ghetto life is hard, odds is grim Mama's best friend is in stim Burnt phlegm, the pilgrim predator Baby Eddie Kane, nickname Slip Slide Crazy North American with African pride Train for the Armageddon, the other savage feels threatened By my presence, fake guys throw snake eyes ??? crimes, take lives, ??? degree Strictly mess with chicks who swallow seeds Pay in skills like Apollo Creed Blow weed, smoke trees, that's how it be [Chorus] [Master Fuol] My brotha's avenger, neighborhood defender Project ninja, below the surface, livin in the circuit We purchase purple haze Went to school with a boat, so I'm ?pitchin days? Sweatin like a runaway slave, ??? bravest gave us Freddom packages, drunk fist activist My whole squad spit, daily death wish, sleep with the fish Throw you off the fairy, puno buratcho Rap mercenary, my alter ego ??? negro *speaks spanish* forgive me for my thinkin Leave you sinkin like Abe Lincoln Shop by 22 like John Wilkes Booth Drinkin Colt 45, police, they use crooked ??? Persuaded by the hangman's noose You get beheaded at school I like my chickens breaded, athletic Legs apreaded, energetic and new You pathetic fool [Chorus] [Master Fuol] Battle my drunk fist, ego shatter garbage rapper, clean the feelings Hyena from Medina, startin trouble, double snake tryin to kill me two times Rhyme written in braille so the blind can feel me do my thang Switch up like yin and yang Smoke blunts, do stunts like Jackie James Not in the passion to fashion Drunk fist, shogun assassin Awful ??? gassing in nymphonia A rebel, a loner, sippin Coronas In the hood, chickens and peckerwoods Packin metal, up to no good Worst part of planet, we would settle as ghetto nations Incarceration's what you facin Without a Jim Crow's education My click is populating the masses Hot flashes, drunk fist clashes a terminal ??? Poisenous gas, what nigga, turn you to ashes [Chorus] *Master Fuol takes faintly to end*