then George Bush stepped out of the crib, glanced, and ran back in/
I blew off a wrist, the cat picked it up, his arm he put his hand back in/
from my assumptions, our guys were falling like pictures when shaq's dunking,/
the worlds bouncing up and down like a fat bitch was bungee jumping,/
I caught a hold to Pluto's chariot, gaurds didn't try to show me slack,/
so i showed him a sack, rolled it, smoked it, fell off the chariot and broke my back,/