Quite possible if you cats write gospel still be a holy
Mess I soulfully suggests retirement do it boldly
I could have a picnic with these nitwits because I’m quick
And slick with rhymes so I kick behinds with boots and sticks
Fake booty script don’t grow in great beauty like roses
Grab white hoses and water them down slaughter dim clowns they opposes
Mine, a bold mother like soul brother Moses I’m divine, open
Oceans with smoking potions of truth, home alone like Curly Coken
My Lex engine idling got complex Benjamins’ wilding roll on dubs
And bold hub caps called baby moons lady in perfume visits clubs
All try be rude dudes but don’t fly at altitude like airplanes in
Affairs lame like Watergate best order cake and bare this pain again
Like Ronald Reagan yall see all but won’t recall any of this my friend
My desire is like fire I destroy houses and toy with mousses on computers
This boy sick with joysticks eat major food such behavior include
Reading can labels with plan able to avoid sodium’s and cholesterols they intrude
Your health can’t flow mean without protein go lean with fewer fats
Founded meats in kitchen eat itching to pig out but got newer stats
Push a plate of spaghetti away ate already today now would be overkill