This is a song about "Bridget the midget"

So if there's any midget willing to tackle the king

You need to go to, like, vienna or something

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

You irish midget,i'm robbing you from the victory

Unfortunately the little nigga's like 4 ft 3, the guys a fuckin' midget

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

And pray for better days

The streetz is aint the safe

They had a hell of a run

The bigger the the fun

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for