I herd these sheep in the silence of the lambo I process trees into paper, smokin' ammo A solo man on a mission like I'm rambo Ernst and Young's got my ***** laundry handled.
I can tell you ride high In Telluride skies As the crow flies From a perch with wide eyes
Pour out a fifth of Bacardi When you're surrounded by lies Flush them out like John Gotti Ice picks their demise.
Yea, rest in peace You heard me twice, I didn't blink Counting sheep Your contract's ceased, I signed the ink Time to sleep I raise a glass to have a drink I kissed your cheek Rats don't have time to think.
I can tell you ride high In Telluride skies As a crow flies From a perch with wide eyes
Pour out a fifth of Bacardi When you're surrounded by lies Flush them out like John Gotti Ice picks their demise.
Ya gotta love the lyrical stew of poetry in rap songs sometimes. Throw humble out the window and ball till ya fall. Hahahaha. This fun had to be done