Rap fame and clubbing

Bound and trap manage to pound through rap got harmed
At the tip top of Hip Hop it formed my carreer now calm
Here on a stage of rage rapping what’s happening a mic in the palm
Of my hand, the fans throw beer cans struck with blows
They try duck my vicious flows bad luck in suspicious episodes
This frequent event wrinkles my groove plus sprinkle boos
On my rap show this crap go too far stuff don’t twinkle or soothe
Like a eagle wanna swoop down and put a loop around some cats
With dumb stats in Hip Hop, wanna diminish this circus and finish fat
Surface, paint my words and taint herds of brains with each spray can
Aim they plan to take away my fame have to hide as a stray man //
Saw a brown round ass in silk wanted to pour a glass of milk and
Grab a fast quilt and go to bed “so boo you a cutie with booty hands
Down” I try think “let me buy you a drink?” “ you been listening
To T-PAINE wanna be kissing this dame I can hear just twisting
Words around wanting my panties and candies while I’m reminiscing
Screaming and creaming” naw girl I’m not like that just let my results slam
Like Lisa Lisa and the Cult Jam “Can I Take you Home Tonight Baby Mam”?
“oh MADD my heart throb, not smart to involve all the hugging and loving
While clubbing like R. Kelly it gets bazaar and smelly when you see a skirt chugging
You come alert just a plumb flirt after some dirt talk, oh I’m so hot down there”