Nuns N Zannies

Tell me whats wrong, With poppin a few pills? When your favorite song, Is about seeking thrills, Regardless if its the evening, Or during the early morning chills, Shit as long as you got money for them bills, Check the status, The fact is, Im on some next level king shit, A big ass palace, With fabrics, Not good with words, Unless im applyin an ink pen, Got a bitch from china, Stayin at the crib, Over the weekend, Leavin you a reminda, Stabbin your ribs, Im the evil demon, Crawlin inside ya, Under your skin, How could you let me sneak in? A tremndous amount of, Sick and lethal venomous, Black plauge elements, To me its febreeze spray elegance, The police say ladies and gentlman, The game has been made, A skeleton, I want a grenade day parade, For the hell of it, Fuck any pussy thats celebit, Ill sell a bit, Of my cock, To any trimmed belly bitch, Who thinks they can rock, With a big dog, That could talk the talk, While walking the walk? Your in store for shock, Like thor, when he shops for locks, My bars strike the core, That make your heart stop, All hard dark gore, A 1930's mob, Not a gang of thugs, Just blood and family, Dont fuck with heavy drugs, But a gun is handy, Carry extra slugs, Aint a reckless calamity, Want a knock up a nun, Then steal her panties, Then show up to the club, Vibing off of zannies,