Yoo punk

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.