Ho, the only thing you gotta know My dick touch the ground when I'm sittin' on the floor You think I'm gon' fall off? I got advice for ya holmes In your garage with the engine on I'm playing ping pong with your bitch jaw You the type to have a sing-a-long in Superman drawls I call her Molly Ringwald She like to take a lot of Molly Sipping white wine 'til the sunset Before it got dark she already got naked Rump shaker, wrecks and FX'd it Bum stickity bum stickity bum Das EFX Shit Fell asleep on the terrace Me on the beat, that's a hate crime With black ink, I murder white lines
What's with all the ho shit? The amount of weed I smoke is copious Dog, you're on some bogus shit These novice poets are not my associates Ferocious; but the flows inappropriate But if you approach this they might call encroachment Ho, are you outta your mind? I tell a bitch like this, I don't give a bitch shit The sunshine in the thunder storm Catching clouds smelling like the green giant underarm I can never cop her holmes I just give her Sutter Homes Wipe it up, then I send her home