bolts

hit'em with frighening jolts of lightning bolts

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Splitting wig and isotopes, people pinned in slave boats

And have you screaming like rnb singers who hittin' high notes

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

I got a lotta numbers on dees paper notes

So this how it goes, they takin heros votes

I take tokes while you little girls take notes

Yo, it was a year of high hopes, learning the ropes,

Forever submerged, viewing the paint, beneath boats

My lasso, looped-wrangling rope was snapped in half all with my hopes

everybody starving for meatloafs

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos