Mike Pinto Truth Serum
Won't you try some of my truth serum
Can't blow these lines guess you'll just have to hear em
If you're feeling good go ahead let's spark it
We're more underground than the f..cking black market
My style is cut-throat, never need a scapegoat
Slinging my sounds like pounds out of a trench coat
New style, a new dream
A new year, with a new scheme
Think you had enough? Let this drug hit your bloodstream
Let's give 'em a hit
I say we give 'em a hit
Let's give 'em a hit
Give 'em a hit
Give 'em a hit
Won't you try some of my truth serum
Don't take too much bound to bust both your eardrums
Here's another bottle go ahead lets pop it
Slowly taking over and nobody can stop it
I'm a piranha and my hunger's growing
When the going gets tough, you know the tough gets going
Think you got the upper hand, take another look
Well you got the net, but I'm the motherfucker with the hook
Let's give 'em a hit
I say we give 'em a hit
Let's give 'em a hit
Give 'em a hit
Give 'em a hit
So here's a taste of my brand new medicine
One more dose and I'll be stuck in your head again
Don't worry about the surgeon general's warning
Just take two of these and you can call me in the morning
30 years with a unique flow that's as dirty as the minds of the girls in the front row
Selling out shows from Philly to San Diego
Take a hit of my new sound...and pass it around