The Loggerhead and The Lagomorph

My pops died never taught me a Windsor knot, the weight of the dead it hold you down like a cinderblock, or getting crushed by Plymouth rock/
Cimarron Canyon, beat your ass with the paddle like I'm O'Bannion/
A worn soul, from the look in his eyes, Pulitzer Prize winning scriptures/ written from the point-of-view of the central figure your s*** is fiction/
Signed and seal with the battle sword, rappers riding d*** got saddle-sore/
The loggerhead and the lagomorph chase a cash award/
I'm not going back and forth with rappers with bad rapport, tryna even the score, they came up short on the card, snap the cord no more child support/
You a few pickles short the jar, I'm raising the bar, say your name in a song, I'll smoke you like an 8th in the 'gar, I won't waste it at all/
Or a G could take it back to ORAnGe Street, grease stains on the driveway, swinging for the fences on my four-seams/ names listed in your court speech/
Poor portly men pouring forties for past homies in front of authorities, around back using the store heat, they use the waist region to store heat/
Copping more fleece, real McCoy leathers from the back of the bovine, remember being hesitant to rap I should've done it the whole time/
Catch him pushing the Skylark, the dope pack in the Mylar, throwback to the eyecharts/
I had the vision, who you kidding?/
Egomaniacal, teeth rotting the biggest smile, a real sap dripping from the spile, all the while/
Waiting idle, cake never piles, your Flake Style imitation crab/
Lewis Kemp full of shit, foolish kid, generation gap, rappers placing last/
MANSDEM breaking past the pavement and the payment cap