[Mr. J]

Guillotine sitting in the backseat of the limousine
Importing a sick cuisine sent from the Philippines
I dream liquid dreams pouring down this vivid stream
the biggest trees that look down on me & spit at me
my Ciroc's a peach that glides high giving high fives.
drunken minds eye with a body that it abides by...
crooked cat with 9 lives, praised by Egyptian wise guys
crazy women with Mai Thais, a backpack thats wide-eyed
top of the tower in Dubai...Hi...your on my time...
imported through the intergalactical transmission sent by...
the Dutch who danced their way into brotherhood
not to be under-looked they served more than your mother would
old miss Underwood with tits that hung like a udder would
I spread like butter could & shock when I jump the hood
I bang like thunder should & just might catch you with a under hook
dodge, duck, jab, & uppercut, roasting these peanuts buttercup..
each pair of socks is a hundred bucks paid by the nutter shucks
they laugh like cuhcuhcuhdahaaa, the cucumber in a jar
writing with blood on the wall, floor padded for a sudden fall
bullets will rain man, watch when I start dustin off...man
was that weird or how did that feel coming off...damn...
theres a poet in my nightmares & a beat box in the closet
theres a monster under my bed in some reeboks from Target
I think that my new pair of jeans are haunted...I done lost it...