80 Bars Part 2

[Verse 1]
Man, fuck the rest of you wussies
I swear I'm fresher than the frozen food section, you pussy
Pussy, keep tryna push me, I'll push you under the couch, Lachow
I'ma die wit' a blunt in my mouth
I been around long enough that I think it's safe to say
You should put a Huckleberry in when you sayin' my name
Not a gang in the game that can hang wit' the rap boy
Tell me little homie, what's a Charmander to a Blastoise?

[Verse 2]
My coffee black, my water Fiji, this world's crazy
My friends rap, my hood hustles, my girl's a waitress
On tour, last stop, I met mad fans, blew mad pot
Wait, that flow sucks, you fucks need to get off that flow's nuts
I'ma hop into a Buick, say goodbye to my bitches and leave 'em in the rear view
Get a blunt and a bottle and zip around a couple hours 'til we end up in another little city near you, huh
Andre Nickatina taught me how to smoke
And the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles taught me how to fight
Not a lot's changed since my last EP
The same kid, same rider, I just bought a better bike
R.I.P. to Mac Dre
And I'ma keep it that way
When I finally make it down to the Bay, I'ma shut it down
Start a couple riots on the way, rata-ta-ta-ta-ta
Thank you
80 Bars come again times two
From the mind that brought you the rhymes that got you
To grind the pot you rollin' up my dude

[Verse 3]
I'm glad we got this chance to slow it down a bit
'Cause every bar I spit is money, no counterfeit
And I been workin' on my temper, toned it down a bit
'Cause I might fuck around and have me a Lachowder fit
My homies know what I'm talkin' bout, they clown a bit
My little brother just graduated, I'm proud of him
Take your diploma, homie, look to the skies
I look at him and recognize that same look in his eyes, damn
Do I still got the spirit I see in him?
Do I still got the hunger that's deep within? Am I
Still that kid with a candy store in his closet
Stealin' Hershey's from the deli and sellin' 'em back for profit?
I've always been a hustler, that's a fact
Never much of a pimp, but I can mac
I think it's time for us to pick another beat
Now let's get back to the ratchet before I fall asleep

[Verse 4]
Last weekend I partied in Cincinatti
Met a girl on Twitter, thought she was sexy and had a fatty
So I brought to the homie's crib, told me she was 19
She looked the part and who the hell am I to check her I.D?
It sounds slutty, don't it?
I had a slutty moment
I made a rule against it
And I already broke it
I'm 22 and I'm already on tour
I'm gettin' money, makin' music, I already want more
Yeah, I'm a skinny cool cat from the city, right?
You wanna smoke a couple batch, shit I'm wit' it, right?
You wanna take a couple pills, you was babysittin' too
And now you're high as hell, next thing you know I'm babysittin' you

[Verse 5]
I'm an ignorant jerk, that was my ignorant verse
Rappin' 'bout bitches and drugs instead of women I love
It seem like just yesterday I was a seventh grade newbie
I still remember that day I felt on my first black booty
Tanieka thought I was cute, swear she was feelin' me too
She'd be like "That's my lil' white boy," she's like "Aw that's my boo," but
She tellin' me I'm just a friend, woah
I never got to get it in, no
8th grade, I'ma run the rest of the year
I'ma feel on my first titties, I feel sex in the air, ha
A youngin' looking for a little romancing
I swear this song brings me back to hella middle school dances, little advances
Grindin' on Precilla and Candace, feeling romantic
Trying not to kill all my chances, but
She finally said I'm not a friend, woah
I finally got to get it in, yo

[Verse 6]
Nah baby, you won't get more from me
I got enough friends already and I don't need more buddies
I need a girl wit' a job, one who can roll up the bud, huh
I don't want no scrubs
I need a girl who really wit' it, if I ask her to, she'll bring the burner wit' 'er
If I want the Mona Lisa she gon' paint a perfect picture, huh
And I'll give the same love back
I promise I'll give the same love back
They call me Sammy Huckleberry Lachow
But kinda scarier now
I got a tour to run tomorrow, hitting various towns
You might find me in your city, but I'm barely around
'Cause I don't think of the future, I'm chillin' here in the now, ha

[Outro]
Sammy Lachow
Ha ha ha ha, uh
Sa-a-a-a-a-am-am-am-a-Sa-am-am-a-ammy Lachow
Oh man
That shit makes me feel like the motherfucker of all motherfuckers!
[?] good one