Punch Lines To Some Cats

You run around as a dumb washed up clown making harsh
Corrupt sounds, why march up and down town getting squash
By pounds of nouns from my verbal attack son, you the largest slut
Best harvest nuts you a squirrel in my world my bling cut
Like King Tut, like tasty religion make hasty decisions
You a pasty pigeon no wings don’t fly high and see visions
Locate vicinity go hate the enemy throw a grenade on toe
Like a low grade parade you hoe made like prostitutes oh no!
Try sprint like flo-jo but a no-go in rap, spit loco crap as a bozo
Just a haughty misfit G and your shorty should git wit me I’ll show
Her a good time, hood wine is Boones farm, soon alarm her candy
Taste and panty lace, girl’s fanny erase my sexual thought dandy
Look you shook and disable got your book on the table
Pages don’t turn I rages learn grammar just to stable
And turn glamour my way, proceed wet with beads of sweat
On my forehead you hardcore misled like flunkies in school regret
Monkeys don’t rule you got jungle fever I’m humble like a beaver
Like mike I be with Spike lee on sneaker commercials, got a retriever
To guard my yard retards like you not allowed on grass your style
Don’t last long not fast and strong the trash is all senile