[Mr. J]

I spark blunts at high heights while bitches fight over klondikes
cold and lost like its the wrong flight, riding it out like your moms might
the wrong guy to cross by because my barns open..and cocks fly
paranormal pairs will sport you, while we exorcise our right
get the pesticide for y'all mice, got a beam to enterprise y'all sights
out of touch, barely there, speak my name and I rarely care
it nudges a grin...I swear it's there :D on to the next note a parrots pair
running loose shaking derriere...I've hit soft bottom, no prob honest
no odds on this, eventually even evenly added and evenly stacked
I forgot to wear my evening hat