Heres Some Shit I Wrote When I Was Blown A Couple Weekends Ago:
Polish my shoes
Shine my wrist
When i pull that gat
you know my handgun twist
Blunts rolled thick, like the boy Marley
Dick so big the chicks call me Robby
im up in the sky
where you can see my fly
soar through the heavens
Im on cloud nine
Im so high adjusting to the crops
On top of everest ima bout to leap off
and ima spread my wings when i take off
See once i jump i cant be stopped
my voice is in your head when there's no music
I stir mad lean so i guess i brew it
stop calling already got plans like a blueprint
I dont just speak this language, im fluent
comprehend my lyrics symbolism like an english student
Im the class clown causing mischief like a nuisance
And i can smash on chuck norris like bruce did