[2tripple0]

right finally onto the next page
the world a stage i aint a tavern but you aint no cave
i aint sturdy im always falling on my feet
calling you some heat you never balling in the street
yo i write rhymes i dont have to be successful
i buried it in a cesspool my whole lobby was suspenseful
long tables on each end four quarters to a square
looking forward in the park so you best approach with some care
im not ending this yet there aint no reason to fix it
push it to the limit like i was turkey and this was thanksgiving
they like my style they like my twenty one rifle salute
you got married to the wrong clown he was a hellish brute
guess this was another part of my life er something
my lines are forthcoming i baked you like some dough in a oven
you came out black as fuck said the verse lacked the scope