, take another hit and i pass out, rapping like i'm ashed out, sneaking bitches up, when granny passed out, so ho, what that ass 'bout? no i ain't going to cash out before a little fame, you could get that ass mashed out, bitch i'm on that cash route, ain't looking for a rest stop, they talk about modelling, might say i need a head shot, i need a dollar for everyone born out of wedlock, tryina make the breast out, calling up the dreadlocks, bitch, i'm on my peso, hablo dinero, and your bitch want me to go tp on her bung-hole, i got these rap niggas saying "uncle", while i beep-beep, pull on the hair of a rapunzel, think about me and masturbate with the faucet, bout to take the game and put that bitch up in the closet, but in the end i'm just a dirty old man, with a pill in my mouth and my dick in my hand, mind of a pervert with words i submerge, on the verge of o.d'in for the shit that i say, but who gives a fuck, i'm still gon' do this shit anyway, a dirty nigga from detroit at the end of the day, so when the night fall i be gettin' head in the alley, by a low down nothing 2 dollar skully, let her use her own rubber, bullshit trojan, dick too big, nigga i was stuffed in, bitch i'm david ruffin and ruffles no stuffing, bundles of peruvian snow with his shirt tucked in, lookin' at the rest of you artist like you nothing, know that i'm the shit so i don't say shit, but when these rappers rap, dog they don't say shit, and i'm george carlin, fucked a june to august,
