Yeah I got my paperwork I rolled it into this doobie It’s a-nother day We, free to play No need for escaping in the escalade we rolling fat and roll them fat splattering mad haters faces wit a baseball bat top cat in a top hat you know I dont play that dog, best you aint no rat but those fools running they mouth all across the ***** south makin me wanna ralph or maybe you prefer ***** homeboy I’m on it like an inbound comet wanna make a mom bet? I figure yours would take all 8 **** gape then yell **** take her on a date leave her in my wake still rollin on smoking bongs dabbin grams pushing prams yeah I’m a daddy but my kids all grown leave em alone give yo mom a bone –
I wish I could give this up...but sometimes the muse of ****** rap visits me, and all of you are forced to deal with it.