Better on my computer so like J. Edgar Hoover secure my fate
Lure cats with bait, like a fisherman do trout get a pure plate
Of meat that insure something to eat, a full stomach cure hate
At the Burger king stop for food, slop was rude
Should call the cops on dude from his pock a glock protrude
He’s a mean stranger, felt extreme anger had an attitude
Slob silly with a probability of shooting up the place
Turns out he ordered fries and drink his eyes wink to chase
After the server a fine chick saw the sign quick cat got taste

Me my girl hold hands with gold plans for sex tonight
Complex sight in bedroom thinks her juicy coo-chee is tight
Hard to prevail sanity when my male vanity remains
Want to kiss her lip while she twist hips control my aims

Squeal lame when I feel pain need to heal my brain
Step back from guns got smack by one left real stains
Of blood, wear bling mean enough to bring streams
To a standstill this plan fill hearts like happiness cleans
Souls even wreck landfills. On streets drive a firm rover
On the farm turn over ground with a blind plow bolder
Then confine cows older for milking, somehow I’m colder
Than a snow storm holder of Crown Regal in a town legal