Oh dear what the fuck have we here?. These motherfuckers all thorn no rose. Egads what a bad dream better not sleep. Take a No-Doz, do some blow. Oh shit what the hell have we done?.
That was me in BK on Atlantic. Never looked both ways, ran in traffic. Pops went away but I stayed, vagrant. Placed where the steel and cement became nature.
Bitch we be that shit that's right. Number two boo boo straight caca (Yeah). I smoke ganja with a dread-locked rasta. Move like Frank you will die like a hassa.