is 4 in the morning -and I'm still in a mic don't believe in the hype- I did it for spite she's just my type she will be alright by the end of the night she will see the light conceited type see aint no need to write when b**** we can Skype and when I look at the puss nothing but bush no beer s*** weird s*** I hear s*** cuz it's 4 in the morning and my eyez is still open smoking and urchoking cigarette choking love potion and lotion Niger I'm joking but bitch I'm for real dick isn't Steel but I still make yousqueal like a tire you peel my whole attire appeal i retire at will Piggies will squeal and like Jack and Jill I push him off of the Hill and if their blood doesn't spill I push him again nuts on her chin like that Cracker Harold at the Cracker Barrelstuffed in half a barrel like in Broken Arrow how to kill a sparrow a Mockingbird I'm so absurd the bird is the word and if you haven't heard then my crew gonna purge face on the curb -foot coming down head under water -trying to drown straight Underground that thunder sound and if you want to go -down than its pound-for-pound don't f*** around you're a f****** clown Bozo b**** I suppose you can go on the dolo b**** hold up switch -lights on strike like a python bitch bygones be bygones go ahead tell her by moms Saigon Vietnam if she want to know tell her nothing is wrong end of da song