Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor blast-  Why do all these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- you know that we  was built to last    The Adventures of shaky bonez the intruder  AKA D-Loc Mr. Ginseu Master  The Budda Blasta it’s all-good  Operatin in my green room  Cutting up my words.  You betta make way   I’ve been know to blow the spot  Mr. Ginseu Master  And Bobby Suenam  We form like volton connected by the feet  So theirs room to reach  When we transform the beat   With the ill techniques  Needles stick like gum  Bobby on the two and shaky on the one  Here comes the suenamie brothas  Duck fuck run grab your shields and  Putten up this ain’t for fun  Table combat son  You betta blow the spot  When I penetrate it’s deep   You know I smoke my pot  Everyday I stay ripped  They call me D-Loc the C  Don’t Eva get it twisted  Naw! Mean.      Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor blast- Why do all  these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- you know that we was built to  last    And you know this  I got so Herb in my pocket  A caddie an a truck  A phat chain wallet  A dirt bike, mini bike and a go-cart  A skateboard shoot gun and a snowboard  My wake because winter just passed  Summer comin up  River runs with the hash  Me and all my dogs  Drinken beers token buds  Yorkin on are trucks  Right under the sun  And when the water cold  We sit and get stoned  Hollerin at the hunny's  Talkin shit from crow’s boat  And if you don’t know  I don’t really fuckin care  Like listen to a drunk   When he’s yappin in my ear  Talken this tale that  Your not make no sense  Like smoken crack by a fence  Or bud when it’s dense  Don’t run get it twisted  I’m a tell you again  The call me L-O-C  Sucka see ya! Say.    Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor blast- Why do all  these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- you know that we was built to  last    I be the kid with my pants   Straight sagged to my knees  Got my vans on my feet  Smoke a once a week  Written rhymes to beats  Intertwining with timing  Rhyming patters are scatteren  I’m as high as the heavens  Farmer are caddle  Eaten valiums and tatilen  On the side of a mountain choppin trees down or cabins  On the search for medalians  While they thinking their stallions  I about to burn like dragons  How could you imagin  Back in the day I was a pest in the classroom  With a attitude bablin  On the desk I was taggen  While the teacher was talking  Hald the time I was nappin  Sides the fact I was slacken  Didn’t care if I was passin   Relaxin and laughing  Stealing pencils and graphing   Children for magazine  Memories of causalities  People now gather me I’m the D-L-O-C  And I’ll I do is smoke weed.    Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor blast- Why do all  these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- you know that we was built to  last