To diss your fucking behind, while your smoking vines,
Well, you do have balls, battling the Spyder "Off the Wall",
Better practice, cause fact is, static in his lyrics will "crawl",
All over you, cover fool, Oh that's right you can't afford a shelter,
Cuddle with your mom in the streets and all you do is felch her,
Leave smoke weed, then, come back and fuck and feed her,
Still a mystery how you come here, stumble 'pon here and there,
Internet but no "solid home", isnt your slutty mom, enough fun,
You just wanna "cum on" and find other things, with a dirty cunt,
Wish you could fuck your bong, be it's whore for fun, 'til the sun,
Comes up, Get on TR, see our songs, get pissy and take it all on,
2sDay, telling me complexity is how complex my lines are and that's it,
Well, if that's the case your mother's "complexity" in bedroom is the shit,
One fit woman, and when I sit humming, she asks me where's round two?,
Pussy sticky like a pound of glue, run away and she says "where you going boo"?
Get to Chonic's "closet", give him to his mom, then she says "this is good too",
Didn't worry much about multis
just personals and punches
better not be a shot to me
