You Got a Problem

3, 2, 1, I'm that son of a gun, but one who has The fun by the kilo and the ton. Like Marv Albert but worse, I got the curse, got Perverse with the nurse in the maternity Ward. That's right, I'm nuts, ask Fisty Cuts. I Got outpatient status at the Brooklyn Zoo. Doobie doobie doo, we like the crew that Runs up in the club wearin' alligator shoes. When I get the blues I get it really bad, ask Kronos for promos, Feliz Navidad. Johnny Black got my back, baby, happy or sad. If I Fall out of your favor, don' get mad. If the heat don't get me then the drugs sure Will, stirrin' scotch and soda's with a twenty Dollar bill. My head feels like old vinyl, and like Lionel, I'm idle. Secretly stalking the title, stealin' Scenes by ways and means. And thats why Marines got M-16's I think I love her, but She's affected, bullshit detected. Wonder Why she got neglected, I legged it, turned up Here, I'll have a beer and a joke about that Guenevere. Lord I been knowin' there'd be Days like these, but please don't hit me with The quick release, and don't rat me out to Edwin Meese, 'cause I been around the World and the seven seas. If the heat don't get me then the drugs sure Will, stirrin' scotch and soda's with a twenty Dollar bill. My mamma always told me Never drink on pills, roll down the window 'cause I'm feelin' kinda ill.