But this takes the cake:

Sittin here wasted n' wounded
At dis oldschool piano
Tryin hard ta capture
Da moment dis mornin I don't give a ****
'Cause a funky-ass forty of vodka
Is still lodged up in mah head
And some blonde gave me nightmares
I be thinkin dat her ass is still up in mah bed
As I trip bout pornos
They won't make of me when I be dead
With a ironclad fist I raise up and
French lick tha morning
While some marchin crew keeps
Its own beat up in mah head
While we rappin'
Bout all of tha thangs dat I long ta believe
Bout ludd n' tha truth and
What you mean ta me
And tha truth is baby yo ass be all dat I need
I wanna lay you down up in a funky-ass bed of roses
For tonite I chill on a funky-ass bed of nails
I wanna be just as close as tha Holy Pimp is
And lay you down on a funky-ass bed of roses
Well I be soopa-doopa far away
That each step dat I take is on mah way home
A mackdaddyz ransom up in dimes I'd given each night
Just ta peep all up in dis payphone
Still I run outta time
Or itz hard ta git through
Till tha bird on tha wire flies me back ta you
I be bout ta just close mah eyes n' whisper,
Baby blind ludd is true
I wanna lay you down up in a funky-ass bed of roses
For tonite I chill on a funky-ass bed of nails
I wanna be just as close as tha Holy Pimp is
And lay you down on a funky-ass bed of roses
Da hotel bar hangover whiskeyz gone dry
Da barkeeperz wigz crooked
And her ass is givin me tha eye
I might have holla'd yeah
But I laughed so hard I be thinkin I died
Now as you close yo' eyes
Know I be bout ta be thankin bout you
While mah mistress dat thugged-out biiiatch calls me
To stand up in her spotlight again
Tonite I won't be alone
But you know dat don't
Mean I aint lonely Ya Mom shoulda told ya, I gots not a god damn thang ta prove
For itz you dat I'd take a thugged-out dirtnap ta defend
I wanna lay you down up in a funky-ass bed of roses
For tonite I chill on a funky-ass bed of nails
I wanna be just as close as tha Holy Pimp is
And lay you down on a funky-ass bed of roses