Olive green Bally windbreaker to wet my tastebuds
Ya'll hatin nikkas prayin for table crumbs
Damn ya'll lookin bad, you might be mistaken for bums
My first thought was to put some spare change in your cup
Here's a blanket, least you'll be covered up
I'm becoming numb
I don't feel the love a night, I hug my guns
Might touch you with the same razor I use to cut my drugs
Homie, these blades aint made for shavin son
The snub is stainless
The yay is white like Shia Lebouf, I weighed it
Liposuct' the plug, left him weightless
