Maca.Frama.Lamma

You crash-helmet wearin' heffer

You turf-dirt tramp

You sack-chasin ass cunt

Bathwaterless bitch

Whats up with it ho, tell me, whats it all about?

Seems you always talkin' shit when this pimp dick not in your mouth

And then you wonder why a nigga quick to dig your helmet

And slap your ass so hard when usually I'm smooth as velvet

See trick I'm from the Bay and man we make them broads Obey

And if you don't then you gon' sport up on sling and neck brace

Word to OJ and my nigga Ike Turner

If that ho don't know her role them I'mma learn her

Since out I turned her, she get hella emotional

But don't let them square biz feelings get that ass beat down

And even now I get the feminists sayin'

"a real man would never put his hands on a woman"

But a punk-bitch ain't no lady

They shifty and shady

Crooked connivin' 5150 crazy

But I'm quick to introduce her to the Mac-Prozac

Choke-holds and back hand slaps

Now bitch dig that!

Maca-frama-lamma punk ho toe-tagga

Savage mainy-mannish plus a money hungry bastard

Big face stacker and a mouth piece master

Never chase that bitch I'd rather let you suckas catch her

Now to understand a maca-frama-lamma

You must first know the lingo

Comprehend the grammar

Feel me when I flow, learn what I'm lacing

Mac, I Mastered the Art of Communication

365 days a year

I'm in a bitch's ear

Saying what she wanna hear

Trying to get things clear

If they ain't clear

And if she stay here

She's running like a reindeer

No playin' here, it's mackin' for real

Packin' a steel, stackin' the scrill

So if you happen to feel kinda pimperistic

You got the Furly Ghost in ya

You feelin' my linguistics

Don't get it twisted

Lets keep this on the up and up

Pimp the Blood up out her if she out there fuckin' up