GDP - Gonzo Journalism lyrics

Fifty through an E-Z Pass
Blasting Black Sabbath
Driving to Manhattan on a head full of acid
Then put the blunt out on
The dash before the tunnel
I'm spun and got an interview in twenty
Bump ups so by the time I'm
At the club I'm sobered up
Rambling on while some freelancer pretends to
Be familiar with my catalogue
Where you from? West Orange
Describe your style retarded
What's the Hip Hop scene like on the
East Coast these days? HOT garbage
What kinda drugs you do? All of 'em
Favorite food? Hot sauce
Weapon of choice? Ball point pen
Where you shop? Division East
But people give me clothes for free
Favorite venue? Meatlocker where
No-goods would smoke leak up in the sideroom
I be high too
Cheers and brews with dudes that
Ain't never finished high school
Rough and young is the fuck
Up for animal blood two hundred kids
One unisex bathroom covered in mud
I'm just glad to be piss-drunk
In such good company
And let the tumbleweed bring out
The inner monk in me
Like if the sound system's busted
Then fuck the beat and catch wreck
To an a capell - suckers
Leave (Get them out of there)