Lobster

lobster
Current mood: drunk

im so sick when i spit i give tuburk-you-low-sis
i rip a bitch, she git 7 plauges, hail and locusts
when u in the cut wit me, i spit and u wont stop bleedin
cuz i keep flowin like hemophiliacs, im the beacon
of nasty spittin, flow retarded, diseased/ not like majik
johnson
cuz he on some
im rich bitch
n i dont want none
i cant charge it
cuz....
money buys drugs , but fame and luv buy antidote
funny how slugs hit suge and pac and pac is ghost
funny how pork ass crakuhs nevah find the killuhs
but lechon can run to pork n beans n find dealuhs
im a sick bas-tad
from all da acid
tabs, slabs of crak,
cookin base im dat master
n if u met me when i was twelve
you'd think i was alan
dope not sell, eyes not swell
nevah see me wyle'in
couple wrong turns , right turn down dat fork road
so book smarts meet street smarts and vocab steady erode
i finna, blazzae blah, den do dat thing
what really hood, what dey do, n mikingbing
why i talk like dat
same reason i walk like dat
i aint hood
but i was raise by gangstas that was no good
but they so good
they had they principles honorable
same as that G-Code wrote by pac and geronimo
think im drunk im lost in da song
n about dat lobster im glad im gone
but miss my dogs, cuz we had a common hate
for dat place we workedat so we could all relate
a steady pace of 10 percent white guests
at da red lobster black people tip the best
probly cuz dey shocked when u give em good service
cuz most stereotype , n them servers, they worthless
cuz if they look ghetto just work out a hustle
get the money at the start, tip the kitch n give em mussels
get 60 for the app, 2 drinks and 2 meals
and u just made 40 dollars off of dat deal

im trashed