Lirieke:
El Fudge Chronic Irresponsibility

[Verse 1] Started out the night wid a blast Ridin' down Grant's Tomb in shotgun position wid my Tims on the dash, frontin' a little somethin' but ain

[Hook: a sample] He'll lead you on, with his words He'll rob you of your world and he'll sweep you off your feet He'll give you character like an actor

spot Catch AIDS before grenades hit me Respected for my legal hustle But really ain't much of it On occasions told suck a dick Sufferin' from a chronic irresponsibility

to turn ya into vegetables gent-ly, ascend-ing From a place not really known to the average man Where emcees get thrown out like extra baggage on planes [Hook] Fudge

Mr. 45] Yeh...are you....ready? What, wildout now, uh, yeh come on, what I see you, you see me, what Right here right now, uh, what 4-5, El-Fudge, Joe