If ya think I arrived..to-have-sorts of trouble..suck penis-bitches
Grabbin-passports..after flashin-court supeonas..for me-to-visit
Such a squemish-vision..I'm the dog..you the hydrant I lean-on-pissin
To dump ya off in seas-missin is my street-mission..so be-persistent
Between head-&-shoulders..slice katana-blades..to leave-a-distance
Repeatin-sickness..cause all ya nosy fuck-ups need-some-business
Blunts-puffed like locomotives do-coals..plus crushed your new-goals
To call yourself great..is like saying minnesota colts won two-bowls
All these damn hypocrites..not significant to me or my reasons-here
My points stick to ya throat so tightly..ya lungs are breathin-spears