and I aim at six o'clock yeah I'll leave your pelvic messy, that ain't hip hop that's honky tonk like Elvis presley, check resume I never had a happy home, I used to walk the streets alone with a nappy, dome, even the reverent said I chastised immortal did so much dirt I gotta get baptized with a snorkel, so in other words I'm in the cut I'm quiet til I learn a cat, put hot ones in his ass now his boxers need a thermostat, and when my niggas go to the club, I'm on standby next to the phone holding the snub, get out of line and I'll let them shells move in your home, have your mom and all black at the funeral home the parties over