this motherfuckin' d'usse got me sweatin' and shit. word to god;
point em' out and i got em'
then we robbin' for pollen
we ain't killin' no minors
you niggas still in the minus
can't pick a side off the lineup
i swear lord knows imma murk one of these niggas
and get earthworms on me nigga
i'm getting better with time
but real niggas don't whine
we'll burn down your vineyard
i been ballin' since cornrows
got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad days when the mall closed
make ashtrays out of dog bowls
restin' with topless twins
picture me broke but forgot to take the top off the lens
wrestlin' with lobster limbs
it's soundin' like gospel hymns
tina turn up in this bitch
we got lauryn in this bitch
serena pink in this bitch
i am a shark fuck them shellfish
everybody in the building
well i left that bitch like elvis
pops treated mom like billie jean
i'ma give that fuckin' woman everything