This is for the Ears

yay i put niggas in the dirt,when my semi gone squirt,

thats word to my nigga ferg,

all this basement work, all this chasing fame hurts,

its a load of dice, when throw a pair a dice,

end in a paradise, just to remind these crazy night,

i just bought me some paris ice,

streetstyle,james dean, show up in the club,

take your girl out on my motorbike,

might show her the coast, roll up a joint,

put some travis on, and enjoy the night,

not some lyrical song, this is something spiritual for you mind and longes,

when the sober thoughts, get you overboard,

this is some styrofoam, that will soothe you right,

 

and what they couldnt i do,i will do,lemme guide you,

its no fun more school,no more essence to,

just gimme a benz,friends,fresh princess,and some blunts to,

 

man,i thougt i told you, i was supposed to be monster,

flows to close,to your kids,conscience,better get some guidance,

hide your kids, alienate them from violence,

take em hostage, convict them,on my planet basquiat,

fuck you all, im pacqiao, down and out, end this drought,

this the winners route, replenish, my spinach, stick and move,

i quickly aim and shoot,venice,

i take some fuel,paid a few,shots to the head,paid in full,

teach the youth,speak the truth,show them what love can do,

my opponents to, and my pockets to,

ive been to focussed, my sockets might explode,

all this heavy load, petty folks, waiting for the chopper to explode,

 

and ill let it reign, ill let them flow,

your mind is made of clay,so let me shape the form,

 

shouldnt they call this just some form a verbal assault,

my surface, show up on your turf, and change that shit to a furnace,

im glad to share all my services, ordering hearses,

should i really conduct the service,

my stance is where the pulpit is,

mercy,mercy, they scream, im bloodthirsty, i fiend,

some new krusties, i eat,

few people i trust, when i puke spit and i burst,

cue their souls ripped with rust,

my views,contain these words, when i draw pupil clear i must,

use my gear to the fullest,appeal to the youngins,

give a shit about your feelings, those 2 cents could easily turn in a millie,

never affiliated with, vanilla ices, i might slice some for the night,

and stuff em up my nostrils,

turning pencil graphite, in bullet cases, and im as bad as aguesia tastes,