dirty potty

lil darkie

11 hours i'm spending atop a dirty potty

no spending power don't bend for parties that hurt me body

i'm workin thoughts

in a burning pot i don't curtsy often

i'm using poison making noise until i fill me coffin

i'll have you know i don't want nothing to do with you losers

ain't we all losin ourselves to the point we lose confusion

i feel buzzing all over my damn nerves

tobaccy burning no longer a damn herb

disgusting substance in my gullet

fuck it

pull it

pussy gotta take a breath

step outside it's best for life or just request your time of death

where you'll find there's never time to change your mind for how you live

god or goddess ganja lock it in a muthafuckin web

time for muthafuckin bed

all these products placin puss inside the common kind of med

i'll be smoking till i'm dead

tv is evil all these people get fucked

i need diesel

you need evil you stuck

relieve your penis

you need semen to bust

i'm bmg

i don't people please for none

one more round i pull up on a muthafuckin fridge

i need some more balance out it in the fuckin mix

split big cigs ever been mook sick

foot so big

homies cooked so quick

mmm

i'm feeling one with particulate matter

off a barbiturate shatter

quaalude and this bit of clatter

clinking containers

i'm never thinking of haters

i used to drink until later

but now i drink when the paper come in

drinking potater like vodka

drinking agave tequila

quiet the neighbors'll hear ya whisper

take my turn upon the toilet on the shitter

paper crisper when you broke

creating litter

there is always a place that your trash has to inhabit

in habitats of rabbits

in habits grab and stab it

this faggot is very ragged

from self inflicted poising

ingestion of this ethanol

can't even smell the testicles

that linger on his breath at all

f it all

spectacles impeccable

detect the bullshit

dissectible amphibian

that swimming in it oooh

i brought a bit of bud hey bud

hit? cool

i bought a bit of bud off bud's bitch who?

the figure quick in her knickers the picker licked a nigga wallet

tried to call it

with my cellphone

hell no

trick her not by slipping her liquor

by knocking out her cold

boutta ronda rousey this lousy hoe

pockets bountiful

i found the fold inside of her

jacket get back to counting fools

mountain souls

mounted on the stone and on the paper

look me

look me in my eyes before i buy this booty shaker

george!

but mister benjamin he hold her in the morning

he say brittany or lauren opportunity is whoring

sell your soul and never do a thing again

paper men

im just spitting some important for domestic and for foreign

if you drinking you might rap until you dead

save your meds