sick to my motherfucking tummy, bitch must think I'm a motherfucking dummy because I dress bummy, bitch think I'm broke. Bitch I ate one roach and I made a lot of money. popping since bastard, clancy's my slave master. thanks to them crackers my pockets are fatter than excess shit that's weighing on jasper. I've never popped a bottle but I've fucked a couple models in Europe. yup, and a couple of them swallowed. meet me half way, bitch I'm going all in and I never pull back, shout out to my nigga taco. fuck that, golf wang. so a couple fags threw a little hisfit. came to pitchfork with a couple jada pinkett signs and said I was a racist homophobic. so I grabbed lucas and filmed us kissing, feelings getting caught, it's off, I'm pissing. you think I give a fuck? I ain't even stick my dick in yet. no homo, too soon. and while y'all are rolling doobies I be in my bedroom scoring movies. still excited like a fucking newbie. suck my dick, motherfucker, sue me. mom got a new whip so she could scoop me. a year ago I ain't have no hoopty. four story home, gotta climb eight set of stairs just to see where my fucking roof be. fuck that golf wang. wait a goddamn second. i'm tripping balls, david beckham. would fall cause shits going down just like rodney king swimming lessons. now me and justin smoke sherm and been talking about freeing perms and purchasing weapons, naming them and aim 'em in one direction...wait a minute...it sounds like midgets in a goddamn speaker, anytime you play this shit loud. but that's just me trying to get milk now, and the grunts of the goddamn cow. hit me on my beeper while captain hook suck my peter. pan camera, repeat procedure, and when the beat drop have a goddamn seizure. fuck that, golf wang.
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