Ode to Cigarette Jones

Who be up at this hour to stop and smell the flowers?
I like my nose when it's powdered and music when it’s louder
The moon howler
I'm feeling like the world is ours
I'm from the rotten apple
Smelling like the milk is sour

Look what the cat dragged in
It’s me, Captain Piece of Shit
Fucking has-beens
I'm glad you finally quit
If I ever see that fucking asshole
I'll wrap my hands around his neck until there's no pulse
I got the devil in me, inside me like a virus
The side effects are rage and violence
Can't conceal with kindness

Low life outcast, so bad, he had enough
These dumb ass dumb fucks
Enough's enough
Holier than thou
They want me to bow down
But I'd rather bow out
Show how you like me now
Park bench, park it
What's a luxury apartment?
Ain’t have shit to start with
Not a dime to fill the cart with
One nation under garbage
On piss-stained carpets
We wander round super markets
Hark, it’s the herald angels singing star spangled
Mama's fate dangled in the hands of basic cable
What’d you bring to the table?

The first mil is the hardest cause it's impossible

What you say?
Hey baby, what you say?
Hey baby, what you say?
Hey baby, what you say?

Guess who's back at your motherfucking door step
With Ali-Baba, 40 thieves, and some boar's heads
Pussy boys got your hair tied
Normies, normies, wormies
Listen up, please ignore me
You are the last one to the orgy
You think you’re funny, quirky
The story's getting really boring
Tooth for tooth, eye for eye
See him walkin, throw it in drive
It's chokem, chokem, chokem
But keep him alive, I wanna hear him sing
I wanna pawn a wedding ring
Baby, fuck it, I'll take anything
But all I got is a stupid ass song about this stupid asshole
I'm talking about my girl, my girl
My girl, my girl

Talking about
She shake that ass bitch
She shake that ass bitch
Drop that pussy in a ditch