80's Slangin’ (Drug Dealer Interlude)

I got raps
So don’t slack
I attack that
I smack cats
When I’m mad
Or take fat packs
I ask kindly miss
To kiss my ass
I’m spreading yours
Your head I’m taking tours of
Inside it sure as hell was warm but dry

And you can try to be hard-core
But you’re no biggie smalls for sure
I’m practicing the art of war
Regarded for the grace
The only way in which I’m a snake
To shed my face
Then the new layer
Proves even greater
Proof need a hater

Don’t protest
As I attest
I am the excrement
My competition
Awful dingy
On that extra shit
My mom believe
My head is detrimental
To success
On her side of the fence
I guess her style invented mine

Versatile and into flight
Shooting rubber bands
Back at your guy
If he doubt we fly
Cool and dapper as Jack
We nerve racking your ship tonight
Bitch it’s Kryptonite
We sick as viruses in shitty societies