ASININE

[Verse Two]
I said I’m walking through my motherfucking jungle
Grape smoke blowing, envelope and get a lungful
Humble in the present but a devil, never love’em
Leave a dumb thot gagging in a hummer, and I don’t drive, Bummer
But the Summer let the youth go wild
Grab The Bat the Crack Bag the Fowl
I move Chicken get a quarter for the pound
You looking for a verse, throw ya order in the pile
While loitering awhile, wiping off the blood, gather round and listen
Freedom look good feel better peaking out the prison
You better tweaking in the gutter than believing we can peep eye to eye, ride or die, I’d a stuttered
I’m too smooth, fuckers running outta butter
Jug button up, black bandana, and another
Swinging out my back pocket if you need that crack rocket
Then I’m whipping it up the block get the opps popped in a puddle
I AINT GOT NO ROOM FOR A MUGGLE
Take my tunes to the top drop the weight n make’em juggle buckle
Blog hog fella yelling give the prick repeated beating
Read it feet up, heating up the stove for season
If you roam with my foes I ain’t knowing whatchu thinking
They can bank upon the con and get to flaking when I break’em
PAINT THE WALLS FOR THEY WAKE UP IN A SWEAT ONE MORNING
AND IT RED “TRIP BALLS, I’M THE KING Y’ALL APPOINTED.”
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