[Mr. J]

my half pound claps clowns then places them in the background. You hear that sound? the blat pow from the mac packs down more snow than a fat cow, I jam out to jam on it jam loud got a garden in a glass house full of weed that keeps me clowning like the repertoire most writers are obsessing for, i upset the floor for grounding these extra whores, yea you extra whores who havent swept before, wet the floor grab a mop pack the pot blat blat you shot you act a lot I collapse ya dawg I wrap ya thoughts in plastic rot, plastic wrap thats a fact you bastard ass you magnavox but word Im bored so bored that I cant wait for my next verse yea yea yea random thoughts yea yea random thoughts