Potbelly that bitch look like an Alaskan pig, Split blunts down the middle wit a axe and wig, Rob stores for the thrill I take the mask and dip, I'm a parallel me within an acid trip, She swear her pussy kept leakin, so I decide to take a bath in it, they say I'm holding back so I just let the wrath exist lincoln log towers & some ashy flints, about to burn this bitch up into some stacks of splints, Like Jonathan Taylor Thomas, Split these lions like mufasa, Hyhena that Fuckin diva be laughing but I'm atomic, That chronic to stop ya heart, And that evil written in sonnets, The last words that he utters is "life is rather ironic" Kasper graves with a K and that was always Iconic, graves keep a blunt on him it ain't an option, Bitch you know I never had time for this nonsense , life every day in the thoughts of my concious