hookah

yeah, i don' cap

people 'round here think i'm justa busta, feral like an alley cat

who fights for scraps just to survive the daylight

in some ways they're right

like flashing lights at night

pull over on the roadside, meow

if i was a bad gyal, i'd flash boobies, sell nudies

be real rude on these super trooperssy

don' even gotta talk cute 'bout a ticcet,

but i'll go 'pac 'fore i licc it

guns drawn, never gonna finish the first lap

i mean, imagine that

a cat, probably wearing a silly hat

rhyming nonsensical nonsense with a cheshire grin

hard wit spitting mad verses i'm high on nip and cream,

bitches, rats, roaches, goats, mice and... things ('tings)

pussy shit

the lot of it

fucc yo bicchh

wide brim, she tooc it off to succ mah dicchh

ha.

 

feeling blue

the exile continues

i might love you

ominous as i speak

maybe one say we'll cute meet

it's a big planet and small world

soon as i escape this cage

i come inna rage

and tear your eyes right olfa this page

manifest my corporeal presence

isolation

defamation

restoration

liberation

all money in death row rhyme sayer

quality qontrol ratatat remixes inspire me

mumble all day

king at night

inverse the culture

fuqq a dollar

flood the market with yen

china owns debt

what the fuqq

you start rappin' yet.

government should pay me to rap battle

keepin' the school tax free

learning is your enemy

be a real friend and join the army

be a real soulja

bet.