"Fuck Ya Lyfestyle" lyrics - 1982

I had roaches in My toaster, so gross you wanna throw up
My Mom flicked the shit off the bread, and told Me grow up
I still ate it, eyes lit like Las Vegas,grew up on government help
Still famous, drug money run in My veins like the >slicker dude [?]<
My crew stomps rappers to death, go head pick a shoot
I don't care if you're 5 ft. or you're 7'2", make a spectacle outta your face with the Heckler dude