Got A Ticket

Got enough canny flows to stuff panty holes and have girls skipping?
Gripping with lips, slipping them scripts in bed coo-chee dripping
Just a newspaper whose pages leave crews in rages like headlines
Dead rhymes can’t thread minds and for a lot of cats its bedtime
Best avoid my particles like tabloid articles or people will read you
Crew get dropped and defeated, blocked and impeded other words tackle
Shackle in silver chains, deliver pain to rappers in chapters, snap, and crackle
And pop, like rice crispies. It’s graphic and wicked to get a traffic ticket
Got tagged for speeding wearing a dew rag-eating sardine trying to kick it
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”