I'm just here to make the bacon, rake the paper in
Shake a tail feather feeling better than I've ever been
I'm here to get you angered off my vapors cause you're paper thin
It's true, my penmanship cuts like a razor through your paper skin
I use both hands an gain a stroke
You use your neighbors broken, toaster oven, in the tub
And prey to find some inner Closure
I don't give a fuck it's nothing just to run you over
I'll replace the bumper in the morning when I'm feeling sober
A locomotive burning coalacolic cokacola sniff it in your nose
As fast as coka fiends'll
Smoke a boulder
Younger than I'm ever gonna be, still I keep getting older
Angel on the bottom of my boot, a devil on my shoulder
I'm a
Macaframala
Like ta pack a hamma
Jamma
Lama you don't want the drama Promise I just let'em have it
This little duecy duece I got it from my grampa
Gramma always told me keep it off the table better mind your manners
Pull up at the homies wedding dressed like it's a funeral
His wifey screaming at me, slapped me
Said it wasn't suitable
I'm
Just a bully with a fully an a lack'a patients
I swang these thangs an leave yo forehead wit some lecerations