Tökën, When I toke ya you'll be blazin: Smoken
Your spirit will be like ya muthafuckin neck: Broken/
This leader of the Black Ties is a waste of my time dude
Only time I'll wear black is after I Lyrikally Murder you/
At your funeral, You boyfriend might toss a rose on your grave
I'll be like Rambo dawg and toss a fuckin hand granade/
Like in an arcade Tökëns are a waste of money fo pleasure
A couple quarters and this kid will suck ya dick forever