Holy Guacamole? Holy Moley? I’ll spill your guacamole brains on the pavement when I leave your head with an even bigger holey, I ain’t your homie, I’m a psycho, oh, oh no, I’m a psycho when it comes to spitting infinite flows, I’ll shit on your grave and T pose, then dig you up and feed you to the crows, nobody says my flow blows, they say my flow is like a nuke, ‘cause I blow the skin off of all’a you, but what the fuck is new? Not me blowing your socks off, ‘cause I’d much rather blow her top off, then tear her bra off, oops I got a bit distracted, oh shit, I’m a bitch magnet ‘cause these hoes are attracted, don’t want this to go south, so I shove a live grenade in your mouth, how’s that for a blowjob? Damn right I am a snob, what else is there about me? I’m violent, I’m rude, and I can get fucking rowdy, especially after a couple beers and I get drowsy and start shouting loudly and get fucking bouncy, and eat a pot brownie, then regurgitate it onto somebody, and pull a shotty for the food being shoddy and put a hole in someone’s head, then I go to bed, just to wait for the cops to take me in so I can strangle them by the neck, then fucking drop ‘em dead, but this shit isn’t getting anywhere, sure I can make some empty threats and nobody’ll be scared, so they better be prepared for their lives to be tried and dared, if you fail the dare, I blow your brains out, I dare you to put the end of my barrel in your mouth and pull the trigger, and don’t be a quitter, or it’ll end quicker, I want you to shamble and cry before your brains spill like some old liquor, oh don’t blame me for you being bitter, would you rather go back to being a thug or a stripper? Or a gold digger? Go figure, it’s just human nature, well then run on and be a hater of the people like me who actually make some paper, go back to taking care of your fourth grader, hoping the next day will be greater, and I hate to love being the bad news breaker, but you ain’t gonna be a millionaire working as a waiter. So I guess this is see ya later.