hit ya boy on the
low low
this lie is a toe tag
thats why these ladies often say Im
loco,coo-coo...crazy with the venac
oh!
thats bad?
spill it out in slow mo
woops thats a no no/flicking crabs in the slab riding solo
slow down your roll bro
keep your eyes peeled for poe-poe
disrespect my dojo,
loose your fuckin nose yo
listen to my gold flow
theres wisdom in the flow though
life kind of goes like a
yo-yo
fast mo .
throats slit
sung aloud,muffled by the garggilin
bitch
en.
money is a few words short of an obituary
I cant stay stationary
it would be the death of my theories.
skin me alive then wait in line with me,were all going to be slaughtered
sheepishly
I weep in between peace agreements
sweet releif,was when I broke to peices
spoke my peice,and was greeted by a kick to the teeth
with other matters illusionary,
I find it scarey and un nerving to sleep
so I sit wide awake on the steps of insainty
coveting vanity as my last release
breif
shortlived
Ive never been convinced of convenitanal wisdom
I just like tits
lit cigarettes
and sweet dreams on boat decks,
swayed by the sound and motion of these annurisums
.
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