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.