Hock A Loogie

I spit in the face of karma.

Bitch, when I'm rich I'll chase you away like Vinnie's mama.

Don't give me drama, give me marijuana.

Give me power and one hour to fun.

I don't shower, I powder the bum.

Like 'a flower to gun.

I turn to devour the sun.

Burn then the sound of a drum is heard when I empower the tongue.

The words hit you, you cower and run.

It hurts and the bitch in you is sour and dumb.