In my Lex, saw flashing candles “son need ID and registration
situation you going a nifty fifty in a residential location”
Felt like Rodney King this is a godly thing potential devastation
Have crazy ideas got bats in my brain, as my stats flame juvenile
True pile of crap had Mike Tyson fate he checked my license plate awhile
Discover nickel and dime clowns rhymes cover grounds like water
Wash reefs and march brief like soldiers got ammo like Rambo to slaughter
Order fried rice denied twice by Chinese restaurants but got some delivered
Shivered held hot sick chopsticks squirt hot sauce plot boss even makes cooks quiver
Got a few dense brothers live at the expense of others dang robbers
Sick and corrupt “all right stick em up want hard earned money from jobbers”