the crib is where i come to burn and contradict a pundits word
marijuana on the clock i wanna strangle customers
and make em pay, double
roll cabbage in the hammock with some tanqueray, trouble
dawg im out the muzzle with my teeth chipped, enamel
rock a dirty flannel that i've had since zero seven
bring the brimstone, no need to fear a reverend 
so ya covet at the fact
i'm eating sushi off her abs
with extra sauces
no hands and no chopsticks
muh fuckas riding dick must really need a show
we'll see how loud the quiet gets when giants step on throats
clones still blind with hope
we'll see how far my style goes
they tried to capture it for scientific studies but the vile broke
lost i need a gyroscope 
she lucid with a tiger skull
someday my staircase spiral ho 
by then i'll be out on the road
missing my twenties
swear i'm worth every penny 
plus every tear that you're shedding
let's spot the hostage at a wedding 


dream girl dangerous, you're the only object
movie in the background, moon inside my pocket
do you wanna scoop? (scoop, scoop)
fingers to my temple and i'm asking her to shoot (shoot, shoot)
you know my bonnie want the loot (loot)


she like the way i rap and now i'm pecking on her face piece
need a jimmy hat still questioning my rabies
fly girl, serious, bang her out of steeze yo
my world delirious, Shaq is hittin three's yo
yo bonnie where my car at?
i'm starving at the laundromat
pick me up i'll flip a quarter pinch it then we'll smoke it
my bonnie looking blue with open eyes but i see you
i'm jumping on the tracks but i feel fine when i'm with you 
my mind has been consumed with the poem that it ruin
sprung off love and you swallow my fingers by two 
my vomit is my food, i'll die if you die too
then Daws will bring me back to life so i guess the jokes on you
lost i need to find some hope, so they ask me for a verse
i'm thinking they can't rap at all direct em to a church
my girlie looking uptight, i think she needs to stretch more
my crew moves with L's like horses on a chessboard


i'll take my coffee with a razor blade
and stand out in the rain for days
she folds my notes to paper planes
then tells me that i'm fly 
when im dirty with my face unshaved 
too wordy with the pain display
she's dirtier that brain is great
i'll never question why
we on some oughta beat him right
i mean it like i seen it twice
not giving props to be polite 
i'd rather be the jaded recluse
check my next move it's quiet
for most its such a challenge when adapting to the silence
that i'm custom to it's nothin (true)
blame it on the murder shows
we hoppin in convertibles this life is like a circus though
so check the disappearance 
when her hair blow she look fearless
with a ski mask? shit it's sex
she stick em up for cigarettes
"now don't forget the skittles bitch"
guess we're pretty into it, we love the view while leaning back
some freaks on grass ya we on that and seeing jazz
an open road, no judgment pass, we sing off track
each key is flat 
the sunset as a backdrop also acts as aphrodisiac