Dammit I’m just runnin from my demons and that crown vic. So astounded at sound my loud makes when I smoke by the pound bitch. Mama says I need a hobby, well I probably found it. Either this or breaking into houses... I still panic when I see the red and blue... I’m still manic and I need some feta too... Please believe I’m breaded dude, I’m tryna spread it through the crew. If there’s no hootie hoo then my troop’s gonna send some new recruits. And yeah my ego is through the roof, And yeah my ego is scoopty poop, And I ain’t tellin who is who So dude you is due to lose... Come on…