This is a song about "Mix shit together"

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

And the v12, that's on various trips

Good kids make bad grown ups

Sell a dub mix some drugs

And add nightmares to the mix.

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Together yeah cause i had enough of you shit rhymes

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

I sip the forty ounces, and mix that shit like brass monkey,

But i'm fuckin' hungry so every track i make's a meow mix.

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

And mix the shit with guinness liquor, tonic, vomit, smack again,

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them