The Pete Train is insane
[Pete Trable is in his crib. Chillin’ like a mofo, wearing some super baggy jeans, some tan Lugz®, and a Cleveland Cavaliers throwback jersey, the one with the dumb looking basketball rim and ball on it. He also has a baseball cap on, cocked crooked on his head. Pete has informed me that he’s relieved to FINALLY be rid of The Hierarchy. Don’t believe me, just axe him…]
Pete: Yo, now let a nigga straighten out some shit. I bust on the scene in like ‘03 an’ shit, fucked up some crackers an’ then be fo’gotten about by my handler. So then I gets passed around like some 2 dolla’ ho, pimpin’ to any nigga dat want to have me hangin’. Everybody try to make Pete sounds like Pete, knowwhaI’msayin’?
But dat shit don’t work for just a common nigga. Nigga gotta have flow. Nigga gotta have some sense. And a nigga can’t be suckin’ dick.
I had to bounce from Da Hierarchy, yo. You don’t even want to know what’s goin’ on at Axl’s crib. Those niggas are crazy fuckin’ gay. How’d I end up in dat shit? I’m strikin’ on my own, and as fo’ dat nigga dat PMed me about wantin’ to team up? I’ll get back to your ass on dat. I saved your ass from a beatin’, but dat don’t mean a nigga ready to form a tag-team. A nigga gotta clear his head. Axl’s faggy shit done scarred a nigga fo’ life.
Speakin’ of Axl. Nigga, don’t ever write my lines again. You make me sounds like a straight up fag like your gay ass self.
In fact, let me speak on dis…
Click this link, bitch…for some background music an’ shit
Then read along:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SvV-upQVoFs
Who ya tryin’ to get crazy wit, Axl… don’t ya know I’m loco?
To da one on da flamboyant lifestyle
I just drop that fag in the CD slam
like WHAM!
it’s done when I come in… cram!
damn, I broke your Vienna ham
you make me wreck shit
hectic next to the chair
got me goin’ like general electric
errr
the lights are blinkin’ I’m thinkin’
it’s all over when go out drinkin’
OH makin’ my mind slow,
that’s why I lika fuck with the big four-oh
bro, I got ta’ maintain
cuz a nigga like me is goin; insane
chorus:
insane is the Pete Train
insane is the Train!
insane is the Pete Train
insane is the Train!
insane is Pete Train
crazy insane, got no brain!
insane is the Pete Train
insane is the Train!
Do my shit undercover
now it’s time for the blubba
had to break away from that tea-baggah
gay boy on a diet don’t try it
I’ll jack your ass like a looter in a riot
my shits fat like a sumo slammin’ dat ass
leavin’ your face in Steve Roydz ass
you know I don’t take a dulo lightly
punk just jealous cuz he can’t outwrite me
so kick that style, wicked wild
happy face nigga never seen me smile
rip dat mainframe
I’ll explain
a nigga like me is goin’ insane
chorus
Like louie armstrong
played the trumpet
I’ll hit dat bong and break ya off something soon
I got ta get my props
cops
come and try to snatch my crops
Axl sucks dick? Head to the next town
Will he suck or wait till the swellin’ go down?
they get mad when they come to raid my pad
and I’m out in the nine-deuce Cad
yes I’m the pirate pilot
of this ship if I get
wit’ the ultraviolet dream
hide from the red light beam
now do you believe in the unseen
look, but don’t make you eyes strain
a nigga like me is goin’ insane
chorus
Pete: Word Life,
Barney Fife…
I didn’t have sex, with your wife, Axl…
Cause I heard da bitch gots a dick.
Peace, yo.