Verse 1
Ayo,Bald Head Jody, look at your dome
Wakin'up at six AM just to sit at home
That shiny scalp reflects the light off your little pipe dream
The only"fire" you're holding is that weak, sad, leafy stream
You're not a gangster,you're a gardener, addicted to your plant
That bald head stress is showin',son, it's makin' you recant
All that tough talk,that little walk, it's all a fragile act
The only"shot" you ever called was avoidin' a contact
Verse 2
Remember county,Bald Head? When you got cooked and served?
Your tough guy reputation took a permanent swerve
They didn't fear your name,they just made you their pet
Wiped that smirk right off your face,your whole crew's in debt
From laughin'at your downfall, at the stories that they heard
About the bald-headed clown who folded like a cheap lawn chair
You think you're Eazy-E,but that's a fantasy, you see...
The only"E" you are is Exposed—for all the world to see.
Verse 3
That bald head ain't from clippers,it's from stress and constant fear
From lookin'over your shoulder when the real ones get near
You're a punchline in a wife-beater,a joke that ain't been told
A has-been that never was,out in the cold
So keep smokin'that courage, maybe it'll fill the void
Left by the respect you lost,bald-headed, unemployed
The only crown you own is that pale,reflective dome
The king of nothin',Bald Head Jody, just sit the hell back home.
(Outro)
(Audio:Sound of a cough)
Damn, Jody. Even your smoke is weak. Just like your spirit.
Stay down.