I got a cook book on how to cook books, a rook took hooks till his eye was blacker then soot look, niggas know I got that work something like a crook would put, riding solo in the passenger seat is my nigga wookie wook, tell a bitch hop off the good foot and do that bad thing, this a rad dream, who's on first but it's me who's batting, I'm batty, my verses timeless, roll a fat bleez and light it, personally I didn't think I could get high as this, been the flyest since fly exist, taking knives to wrists with my violent spits, I tried to quit, reevaluated my life's philosophy to find out I was right from the get, this bitch ass is looking ripe for the pick, put a cigarette between my lips and then light it with a bic, it's only mid morning and I'm already riding on a trip, took my time and divided a o up for the pitch, got a mound ready and its split, even the outfielders want a hit, the other team wanna switch sides only to wind up on the bench, if we hit a home run we just slide off with all your shit, we on deck, Only hittas with a batting average over 100%, from where the fuck was you sent, whatever pay me my rent, how the fuck you got a red bone not worth one red cent
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09-23-2015, 08:29 AM
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