kind of a big city, kind of a big deal,
a little bit more grizzly since my last meal.
in the rap game for the loot and the babes
sadly two things i cant take to my grave.
every girl i wanna fuck isn’t interested,
i’m sending anthrax death threats to their boyfriends. kevin hit the high seas came back with an accent,
i went to berkley came back with a warrant.
that’s why i never hesitate to scream fuck the cops
just a momma’s boy spitting image of my pops
if he were alive today he would show you who’s boss
i’ll see him again on the day my casket drops.
you can flip your piff soft
and ripped off
you want the real deal talk to christoph or kick rocks.
the best manager i ever had nuff said
catch us at epicurus staying well fed.

look ma no harry palms
its hard to get it on when your born with lobster claws
look ma no evidence
not guilty cause they couldn’t trace the fingerprints
out to resurrect seven leaf clover
ops prime sticker on murdeezy’s bumper
peep the red volkswagon on the lawn
at the presidential suite trying to get it on

boba fett on a laser quest don't even waste your breath he’s top rank and didn’t even need a vest. l
ess complex than oedipus’ first date with ma dukes
with flowers and chocolates just to set the mood.
at the speed of life
at the DIA dino exhibit for forty days and forty nights.
you cant win friends with fresh greens, na mean?
maybe you can don’t ask me.
just come to my bbbq
the extra b stands for bring your own black balloons and brew.
i just got a new spot right on the west wing
decked out in the finest plush furnishings.
who listens to rap anymore its so “urban”?
it’s just for those who roll 20 deep in tinted suburbans, with forty o’s in their grip while they’re swerving,
with L’s burning, a new version of higher learnin.
look ma i learned how to color in the lines
at this rate i’m gonna be senator in no time.
so you hate your life? join the club
we meet every single day at your local pub
like that.