sittin in broad day smokin my worries away
you must be indian intolerant cuz on the tracks you got "curried" away
flyer than a comet, flowing like a faucet
I gotta holocaust in my closet
full of black plauge when I spit my saliva is never less than rotten
and Im the shit like sewer deposits
I rock shit for promotion,
it never occurred to me to ask the question of what the cost is
got my man dro lookin darker than some chocolate
ande i aint saying that cuz he's urban
wrap your body uo like a turban
we got big shit poppin you just smurfin and
has there been a track yet that I aint cursed on either way
she got the drapes bunched up in the basement
so I cant eat any of the curtains
im so cold Im frosbitten
and I took your girls lettuce after i tossed it
Im great like that before britain
I cant read in between the lines
cuz soulja boy snorts em till theres
only a smidgen left and
the rest are unwritten
Im prime & on top like my names winston
churchill I wont kill for my green*
but you'll probably get fried i aint talkin ganja
but if we have a problem then I'll bust out the heat
your gonna need some sunscreen
and you'll die known for being compassionate
when I leave your heart on your sleeve
I walk a tight rope like im taking steps on a trapeze
so watch where you walk boy or (I'll turn you into a siamese)
know your roots and stay in touch with em or i'll cut down your family tre (im washington with the axe and I axe your girls cherry like its talking to me, see)
shrek in the bedroom I punch the donkey
throwin up signs & twistin my fingers so often
ive been mistaken for having cerebal palsy
are you picking up what im droppin if not then make like brawny
I try reaching out to a few colleugues but they never hit me back
I call em amputees
I have so much ice on my neck you could take a snapshot of shauni
davis doing laps round my chest
im connected to my notes like a legatto
im so cold that when I get my cream it turns into gelatto
everything from my desserts to the car is italian
murcialago
stackin cake like tiramisu
coffee cake as I enjoy the morning paper, boy you need
at least a dozen issues, and Im already subscribed until they
discontinue
got so much cheese I could melt it down and call it fondue
humor is what I spew
making it rain for weeks on end like you live in pakistan
what use is a pancho?
tickle her throat no gag reaction and when she swallows, my nuts high five her
uvula
and if life is a beach then im getting laid on my laguna
ive got a plantation full of mary janes petunia
smokin bubble gum like i put a lighter to bazooka
joe big ups to loso for spittin out words that are heard in the bars
that fire in your chest, as if youre askin for sambuka
that means I bridge the gap in between my federal reserve