[Mr. J]

I come through Tonka tough, ya main man, whats a whopper son
another doctor run through honor stuff, look how Im poppin up
Im poppin up like ads, jack in the box & such
the toxic junk that seems to hang off my nuts
I sniff exotic dust, that tends to give me an erotic rush
exactly! astonished bruh, the bed of flowers I frolic from
i treat you like the cookies that Im tossing up
whaaaaat? i dont know this is wins & losses plus
this is the jargon rushed through with a honest touch....
of monocle lust