One thing I despise is virgin suicide
Shere Khan is something that the wind cries
The way I collect is like a bomb threat
meanin if you don't have my doe
i'm a blow fa show
You better have heat when you hang with this villian
meaning that its cold when I'm chillin
Catch the fillin
Slipped down on a banana peelin
I seen them dead on the floor with the blood's keated to the ceiling
I was like yo how that happen?
Chuck taylors down gotta keep on rapin
The one bullet, the right place at the right time
can turn a hell of a wave into a flat line
my style don't pump no blood
it pump weed and gasoline, Nicky Nickitine
man ectasy can twist yo spleen
tell that to the freaky them jeans, know what I mean
It's kind of ironic, make a phone call for the chronic
And let my tigers hold the gin and tonic
man it hurts so much it blastin me
but I do what the rap gods askin me
Have heart, have hustle
have heart if you dont have muscle buy the punk gear in the tuscle
no love or passionate, blow weed in the face of the badest chick
yet spin like a cd, I try not to get sleepy
on the grind when it's creepy, street gods wanna teach me
pocahantes makin money for me bustin in the tee pee
My All Star Chuck Taylors, they lace like the mayor
street ball court player
rapinfied rhyme sayer
you be like Nicky man no favor, real poppa
I disappeare like Jimmy Hopper
reappear on Easter
pants in the heavy start to increase her
t shirts with the vestes feature
miesha check it its the god of Khan
Chuck Taylor down like the Ramidan
catchin feeling, you got a scheme homie what you dealin
man the bathroom tinted
with the blunt wrapped dope in it
Its like Popeye with his spinach-aca
