Toothache - Non Phixion

All the sex thugs, big breast broads with butt plugs

Trippin off drugs, round-the-way chicks fallin in love

I go with street cats who got nuttin to live for

I don’t feel y’all, so weak cats, I’ma reveal y’all

Put your grill on the front of Blue Boy and Playgirl

Exterminate your world, pretty boy toys with S-curls

Catch a pearl necklace, cause I’m liable to tear your face off

Your weights in space, bloody your gear, cuttin your waist off

Cause in the end you’re finished, demented grimace

I run with midgets, I control physics and raw lyrics

Gary Oldman of rap, ain’t no holdin me back

What I pack’ll leave your skull cracked, broken like skull snaps

Locked, stock and two smokin barrels

Uncle Howie, 89 point 1, we sun pharoahs

I would rap more but I got a toothache

Yo, pass it off, who’s the next one, motivate the breaks.