Let you hear a rap, I'll show you a map, I say crap. How the fuck do I do that? Listening to winy rhymes that sound sad. I bet it's about money, something you don't have have. Yes showing a car you don't own, piles of bank notes the bank says no. And then your rapping about it, showing it's mogo. The loco, you say let's get some jongo. Only getting you voices in your head, psychosis so they'll lock you up in a mental no-go. All that you say it's fake, slake for heaven's sake. Why you don't stop that bullshit, as shitty as it is. Alright I'll take a smoke, puffing my lungs out, that's how I go. See here my shame, absent it is so I say. I could even walk around naked but I won't do because they would call me loco. It's cold anyway see that's the mogo. All other people that say there's the loco. What you gonna do, I just say boo! You have no clue, you just know Sue and Peter too. Indoctrinated by their crap, that's where you slack. No listening to the elders, you just say there's money elsewhere. Always caring for that stupid stuff and still hating the white who invented it and no that's no bluff. Just crying out loud and walking behind them, now that's a bluff in a buf, suf, yeah sometimes I cough. Thanks for asking, you don't, you're just a muff. Yeah look that up, I did so as well. See I don't bluff. Everything I say is real and that's your heal. And now you kneal. One day you will and then you will know what I said was real. Why? You're a seal. Always doing beal beal like you're on a show. And no I go.