I forgot how old I am I’m cold and HAM Is how I go It’s how I roll My sandwich always Made with spam And like Bam I’m shot Tanned then got Canned slammed my head In my cot No im not Washing up I’m treading cuts And shredding gets I’m never stuck Unless in the plug Position No snitching Hoes bitchin Because I’m polyamorous Look that up Cook that rock Books are bought And sold by the blind Peel you back like an orange rind It’s time to die