gchat for gangstas
smokin it
i got hunger pangstas
saturnight playin mario
feelin like lothario
burt's bees gunshot
chapped lips like flossin
prevents gum disease
my minds never at ease
exceptin of course when im on weed
or when my starfish is peaking in the reeds
if you know what i mean
i roll joints like stop signs
pack bowls like bags
crack jokes like smiles
trespassing upon your
magnificent miles and miles
i french kissed julia childs
she wrote a fuckin book about it
thats how you can determine the originality of my shit
verse flows like rivers
gives grown men shivers
droppin my rhymes like acid
there was a crocodile in lake placid
take a break to check my texts
whos that, j?
oh, just an ex, wantin sex
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