White boy shit

what the hell fuckin stuck outta luck got me feelin sucked dry aint that a cry never been one to shy away from conflict cause what i say is explicit damn right outta sight tryna reach new heights always in a fight wheres the light creeping and crawling up and down these alley ways cant walk straight stumbling cant silence these rumblings coming from the pit of the tummy im hungry tryna get that money find it kind of funny acting like a dummy these drugs gettin my nose all runny fuckin like a bunny fuckin on a roll cant chill or stay still im way to ill only type of fill will be from the holes smoking back to back bowls 1 to the 2 3 to the 4 you dont now whats in store ima come up with a quickness no time to fix this as im kickin your door no time to sniff this to much drip from the Cocaine no feel no touch numb from the novacane born with half a brain cornier than a box of cornflakes horny like an old man with a plan jacking off into the fan inside my old van recording to the only fans