a true believer's manifesto i do
crown the boy and kill these fucking jesters on the dice roll
the bottle got 'em real nice
i got the night popping off
tell these hoes knock it off
my lawn is looking real pretty
spend a lot of time snorting lines off your bitch's titty
you didn't see us back there
she spent her night contemplating life within a nut hair
i know you think its not fair but this is how it be though
a sexy beast control the globe chilling in a speedo
smoke an l with the captain
ain't nothing that he lacking
cadillacing on some rap shit
when i leave her lost looking for my number on the napkin
who knew she'd be lacking all the skills it take
to make the king a couple steaks
now you see the fate we make
terminate the fucking hate
before i go and leak the tape or masturbate
blessed up on the record crate
bet she gonna take the bait
telling her she think she late
put a stain upon her pretty taint
lick the tip or shake the weight
up on the first or second date