Cocked the handle back with one thumb The Porsche Panamera look like black bumble gum Bum, send you up, you can touch the sun Bust it up to past loved ones all you want I've been down this long road more than once I had to lawnmower over the brush It's an ongoing fuss War with daddy the whore's water bust Squeeze the pump, slump the water buff This story's sort of rough, like, 'Snow on the Bluff' You all fluff, I'm built Ford tough Squashed you like a water bug (roach) Cold world, should've worn warmed gloves Stronger drugs 'cause there is more to come My name tastes like pork on a hater tongue My Uzi weigh a ton My jewelry weigh a bunch, son I'm sitting on a bunch of junk like Sanford and Son I'm watching Tommy Buns on a Samsung Smoke from the handgun cause cancer on the lung Ten thousand grand, my Spanish plug with the hair plugs Sound like music to my eardrums, fuck You already know, the fuck else It's me When I threw the rifle in the river It looks like Bol Bol was diving in the river All this Spanish champagne drowning up my liver Money, I can't take it to the grave with me Spot me on the beach in a strange Jeep My girl get busy like Zhang Weili You're better off with dengue fever I'm placed first in a hundred-meter medley Thirty xanny bars couldn't settle me I put a gold machete on a baby registry Allegedly, it's time to check eligibly Keep the bow and arrow right next to me on a leather seat For any man that want to test me, you lose a testis And I wear it as an earring while I jet ski Control the range like I got seven hands Glance in the mirror look like John Cougar Mellencamp, god-damn It's just a heart throb Turn key, activate the car bomb Take your head off like Balrog Coming soon to a theater near you Mr. Baklava, starring in a drama called, 'Crocodile Soup'