Out lyrics

[Skit]
"Please, Willaby, let me off the terror wheel"
"Shut up, b*tch! *Slap*
Looks like it's nighty night time"
*Gunshots*
"Only some of you won't be waking up
Ah ha ha ha ha!
As for the rest of you
Sit back, put on your PJ's and nighties
While you hear the story entitled 'Out'
Ah ha ha ha ha!"

[Intro: Shaggy 2 Dope]
What the f*ck is up?
I'm in the haugh!
And Violent J's finna tell a story
So sit your ass down
Shut the f*ck up
And get schooled, motherf*cker

[Verse: Violent J]
Well I'm waking up so early 'cause I knew this day would come (Yeah)
My daddy's passed out with an empty bottle of rum (Say it, baby)
Although she's been gone long, I do not miss my mother (Come on)
And he's a sorry f*ck so there's nothin' in the cupboard (Now)
My little brother's starving, hungry, and sick
Cause ain't nobody coming by the house giving free sh*t
So we gettin' kinda skinny and my brother's almost dead
Got no other choice but for milk and bread
Stepped out the house for the first time in two years
'Cause my neighborhood it ain't really good
Lay up in my bedroom night after night
I hear screams, zombies shootin' and lootin'
But now here I am, and I'm walkin' down Jefferson
With a bag of moneybacks I don't understand
How the world can be full of so many evildoers
I can hear 'em underneath me, in the sewers
Keep seeing sh*t out the corners of my eyes
Steady lookin over my back I didn't realize
Where I was goin', I didn't wanna bother anybody
Accidentally stepped on a dead body
"Hey motherf*cker watch where the f*ck you're goin'" (Sorry)
(Uh oh) "I might be dead, but I'll kick your ass" ([?])
Now I apologized, but he still had to talk sh*t
So I stepped over his face and kept walkin'
And here's the part of my story that get's really scary
Had to walk alone down Military
I can see the crackheads hiding in the trees
Lookin' for some change, lookin' for some brains
Everything seemed too quiet as I walked down the block
Until I got hit with a rock
Can't really tell, I must've been out for quite awhile
'Cause when I woke up, my nannygoat was outta style
And the crackheads took my moneybacks in a dash
And ripped off my arm in the process
But f*ck that sh*t, I still gots another hand
So I can still get the sh*t for my little man
And I'ma walk with my nuts hangin out, I ain't scared
But this is where it gets weird
Factories, toxic waste, and chemicals
They have strange effects on the animals
In my neighborhood, and some get a lot bigger
Like the giant rat that jumped on my back
I'm runnin' like a maniac all through the ghetto zone
And it's steady takin bites out my nug bone
Wrestling around, found its tail, so I straight bit it
Then it ripped off my leg and broke with it (Ah! sh*t!)
Tried to catch up, but I couldn't move quick enough
This little trip to the store's straight f*ckin' me up
But that's ok cause the store's just down the block
So I hop
And it seems all wrong as I look up in the sky
I see the vultures waitin' on me to die
But I made it to the store, so f*ck all you hoes
Peep out the sign: Hmmm, closed
Picked up a mailbox, threw it through the wall
Cause I'ma get my sh*t, so f*ck all of y'all
Took a loaf of bread and a carton off the shelf
Even took a Faygo two-liter for myself
Walked out the store like a G, that's when I heard
The click-click sound of a Mossberg
The store owner, he didn't like a B&E
That's why he didn't see a problem with buckin' me
Blew my motherf*ckin' head off my shoulders
Didn't say nothin', kept buck buckin'
But I gotta say I made it home in a heart beat
Nobody f*cks with a head rollin' down the street
Now I think about it, was a full man when leavin' out
Now I'm a head with a loaf of bread in my mouth
Bouncin' up the stairs, I knock on the door with my chin
"Hey yo, little man, won't you let me in?"
And best believe it was good to see my little brother
"Hey! You forgot the milk, you dumb mother f*cker!"
Lock the door behind me 'cause I'm back on route
Back to the store, and I'm out
[Outro]
"Uh, uh, uh, who's pus*y is this, b*tch?"
"Willaby's!"
"Uh, who's pus*y?"
"It's Willaby's!"
"Yeah. Hey, what the f*ck are you looking at? Ain't you ever seen pus*y before, stupid ass?"
"Willaby. Willaby, look."
"Slap that ass, b*tch! b*tch."
"They're here, Willaby."
"Oh, uh, oh, hey. How's it happenin' again? Hey, this song right here: we're ready to slow it down and get a little sexy, ya know?
As 2 Dope tells ya how he stuck her with his wang! Woo ha ha ha!"