Hehe.
"Stop saying you're telling my mother... That we're smoking in here!"//
So I light an incense... To put a better smell in the air//
But this nigga just won't shut up... So I feel I'll have to force him.//
I shove a lit incense up his ass... Like some home remedy abortion.//
Take like seven jasmines out the bag... Light them all at the same time//
Then shove the flames down his throat... Now he'll never say rhymes//
That was wack.

Next: A Leather Wallet.