i am back to rap like a pencil never get it back you a Pontiac me a Cadillac gasoline faya wack yea I'm about to wreck ya neck like a bat-cat who never paid the fucking check Heyy! Call me psych on the path and shove mic in ya ass trebble and heavy bass gonna need to burn grass guess I'm gonna play chess in a dress makin' up cigarettes and killin ya pets... Hell yea yea yea Tinker Bell in the chair whitehead grandpa Tony Blair call the Peter I don't care Wendy's missing anywhere