your shoes are like your bag issues, and stepping to these tender bars, you could get you the full menu
no tinder, shirts coming off, if i would hit those notes, let tenors c.g.i. render out the fact you snitch, dude
space heaters bout to go flying out your window, when you pissing thin pants, whizz on your blot spot
ash your ass tray thing, at your damn tin face, cuz i'm in the rows with the saints and column a good god
placental walls might even fall down, but this ain't a greasy war like troy, this is b-boy destroy on little boys
central computer fragging might buy you a nice slick leather jacket, but i got your faggot ass a fracking toy, yo
your dutches packages filled with the herbs, get gutted on the curb, if you stutter that's another dumb word
lighters sparking on that bird flip, flap and punch you out your perch while you're leaning, syrup jerping
papers got you wrestling matches on lunch off lurch while you should a purchased some wine first
try to pencil in some pray time to get your crying, lying ass back to church, while lines lighten your bitch's purse
keyboard cypher rats and cellar cats with black dogs up in the attic, talking squirrel chatter trapping
chair smashing girl tapping the cabbage, shit, wack world average garbage furled up merle haggard
your bitch's carpets round means i can take your sandals off, or you're roaming with them charges rolling
your own coffee table might be your sandwich sucker, but i ain't known as the marty though, for non-proing
mugs might be your r.i.p., but i got my d.n.c. with my g.n.c., serious as you really trying to breathe
this that glasses tipping action, like your shouldn't have talked like that if your still knocked out, like 1-2-3