STRANGER BELL

gale of heater wind knock you few meters

off a liter man spins is what I’m seeing

thots on instagram always wanna meet him

pops was meaner man so i won’t greet him

pop a couple xans now he in the cedar

got a couple fans grabbing for the peter

oh gee its another og

done a few years just for offing police

mane i cop a couple trees

to turn my world slowly

gold teeth in some meat

that’d cost a couple g’s

white beech on my seat

that could hide a couple keys

white beach on my feet

cuz the plug is what i seek

catch me crouching in the fucking creek

pouch him if he talking fucking sleek

couch got a few pennies

wallet got a couple hunnids

seen his shadow tip toeing through the motherfucking dungeon

raid and evade up ya house

see its me who just snatched up ya blouse

and capped up the snatch of your spouse

i aint fuckin with you if you mouse

the bitch, head is devout

got blow and clout no doubt

my reign aint passed

just the eye of the storm

twisted ass lines might fuck up ya home

like a drone barry o on the phone

spittin kidney stones

similar to similac

put a nigga on his back

all black that mary mac

silver bullets down his back

throw you down the merrimack

push my buttons get a slap

sinner to the synapse

aint afraid to relapse

another stint in rehab

just to get his teeth back

large hips to accomodate a large dick

balls deep so I’m hoping that my arm fits

raw shit sparking stanking like some armpit

green leaves starting in the fucking garden

rastas meditative round them sharkses

imposters vegetative if they try the boss kid

 

paid the pied piper piece of pussy

and told he and his crones to overlook me

seen him dark and hiding where the bush be

laugh in a fuckas face just because he toking bush league

 

and if i die before i wake

i pray the dogs got my bones to take

water murky as the bottom of the fucking lake

make no mistake

i dabble in gank

 

grotto the flow

auto the show

got raris I’m sorry

i thought you should know

I’m cutting your coke

with bleach white as popes

running the show

call me avon

cutting the grass

like I’m mowing a lawn

you are my runners you are my pawns

my blunts are so puffy I’m calling them sean

that pussy got pincers i call that a prawn

back to the first flow

im robbing your first ho

girl got a gash so I’m like her nurse doe

first crime got a pass

so I’m down to murder those

people who plotted and jotted

my words doe

sneakin and geeking

find a freak for the weekend

who fuck to the weeknd

and suck all my semen

and ass drop to cement

no question end up leaving

but i must be dreaming