jim jones

i went to the store for some alcky, preferrably malty liquor
the guy in line at the counter had scored a box of slim jims
you already might realize that those are items reserved for weak bitches
a real man can easily identify if a whore's uterus is already barren
i then got to the register and ordered my supply of bluntvilles
the extra clips i'd pre-filled, which i was carrying
were easy picking cherries, one was hydro, and one was straight crack
it didn't really matter though, i just rolled over to my old pack
they were at a house party, yo, i heard a loud ass system
but i was cranking on my woo L while i walked down the last distance
then i got to the place and all my friends were sad in the face
now they were all dads on paper chase making lives wastes
all i could smell was dirty diapies, i guess they must ain't like me
so i go outside and pull out my last nightly, smoke that white leaf
dopeheads and big blowers out here do the most difficult work
cops are the new jim jones because they stole all of his words