Bundles

2011 Intro:

Look, fuckstick, I'm critically busy so why don't you get the hell outta here before I snap your dick off, and jam it into your ass

Verse:

Coke in the building, bundles in the frost of the winter
Hunger pains, I hug the block, I make the Glock shimmer
I got the block all Bruce Jenner, the goon sweater
Mask and gloves, jeweler belt leather, with sharp and shorter denims
Ain't nothin' new about the World Order test serum
We pushin' heroin pills with federal Berettas
Superpowers turn sidy to psilocybin
We get wacky, ice pentagram, you still a hand cavy
This annotation green like Pappy Mason on slaveships
Your streets on, don, we on some Rick James shit
Explain shit, I don't have to shit, I'm on vacation
'Splain shit, I don't have to spit the incantations
Look it up, dummy, I got a dummy down to get money
Laboratory status, Benetton sacks and fly Guppies
Catchin' BaySix, Goretex worship fates feats
Little mommies have a lick on my balls like camp mints

Les Grossman Yelling Scene from Tropic Thunder Outro:

Fuckface, first, take a big step back, and literally FUCK YOUR OWN FACE! Now, I don't know what kind of pan-pacific bullshit power play you tryna pull here but Asia Jack, is my territory!
So whatever you're thinking you'd better think again, otherwise I'm gonna have to get down there, and I will rain down on a godly fuckin' firestorm upon you, you're gonna have to call the fuckin' United Nations to get a fuckin', binding resolution to keep me from fuckin' destroyin' you!
I am talkin' scorched Earth, motherfucker! I WILL MASSACRE YOU! I WILL FUCK YOU UP!