Give me a beat and the fucking eat. I meet with my homies. zombies fucking momies. bombs and palms are planting. Swag on Grove street. shit to fucking gangsters i meet your dad in the puplic bath and i no that he is a psyhopath. Bass on the toilet, jazz in los angeles. you are lost, you are lost, you are lost. I go to the centre i see a shit on the door, a man is eating it, I dont like your dick. yet im sick and i go quik. to the doctor, potter i see hary potter, he is so big, ahh no i see a pig, music in los angeles and i know, o that my homies are smoking marihuana pikana, yeah yeah yeah.be quiet you fucking bitch, dich and your swich in the room is boom.