Peachez - New Beat Fund

Peoples is preachin

Think they can teach us

Tell me take the apples but I want the PEACHEZ.

And when it comes to

Habits we are creatures

But I’m in the batter’s box your on the fuckin bleachers.

And all you prissy pricks

In Prada T-shirts,

We’re flippin' suckers and we’re chokin out the leechers.

And if you try to mess

With my sweetness

I’ll chop you up and pound you into reese’s pieces.

You, You got to do

Do what ya do

You suckers better eat these peachez too.

You got to do

What you want to

Before they try to take them Peachez from you.

Flip up the meaning

So you can see it

Without the fleas on all the shit that you’ve been eatin.

Straight to the gut

See how you’re feelin

And if you throw up then it’s probably for a reason.

Your mind is like a sponge

And I’m squeezin

Wring it out until your brains is what your sneezin.

We got the sticky green

That you’re breathin

Chalk it, pull it, choke it,

Let the beat sink in.

You, You got to do

Do what ya do

You suckers better eat these peachez too.

You got to do

What you want to

Before they try to take them Peachez from you.

But I want the PEACHEZ too.