Butlers get stabbed during the stampede waiting for white willow weed special delivery
not from the post-man coffee rappers become beans for the roastin'
no L.L. i'm a gross-man ladies run they can swallow balls that weigh an uzi ton
my days are done like i'm half-owl get the cheese all praise the craft style
stay wig splittin' like two ghetto hoes that grapple bombin' pizzeria's
runnin' shit like Angelina seeds block the entrance Amistad gonnorhea
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods