What a calamity/ wit all these follies about/ remove his nose/ so he can properly /watch his mouth Nap sack full of tools / ready to dress down any one of u niggers / feel u got the moxy to act up/but still ain’t got no acting chops/ Scorcese on the reals/ which means ever thing depicted/ got that vivid feel/ Tell ya bitch I’m heavy wit the D / so she know my soul 4 real! Sweet tooth for all the candy coded rain drops I leave on her window ceil/proves that ya boy is that real! 5th of corn liquor/thick going down her throat/ she a baby sipper/ turn that bitch out in one night/ now she a man eater/ removed the teeth / all lips... no hands neither/ Ravishing wit the way I move my hips/ but I’m much ruder when she ride the dick! Pull it out put it back her mouth wit no spit!!