Woof Woof

I bought some oxycontin, on my Palm Pixie Lots of cops is riding, walking in this dumb city Half a wormy apple, I think I’m Neil Rosen She ain’t like the flick, but I was still chosen Still open after first time I touched her Told her I loved her, didn’t love her after I crushed her Must’ve been nothing there, but good looks Plus I was fronting, I didn’t care, woof woof Men are dogs, ma, that’s her dogma Bad karma, little baby Siddhartha Gautama, puff like glaucoma Lean like Tacoma, cream like aroma See me at your scene, what that mean like MoMA Frida Kahlo poster, heater by the holster Team like so what, me like hold up Guru Dutt in my gut, I think I drank a whole cup Big Baby I’m your baby mother, I’m your baby father, I’m your baby’s father I’m in Hades with 80 of the latest choppers I got the latest offer to treat the ladies proper Pussy ain’t a big deal, I’m a baby doctor Cliff Huxtable, blow spliff comfortable Whole dick punctual, on time and punchable Only smart rapper never spit a bunch of bull I was one of those stillborn babies My parents couldn’t afford me, but I was still born So abrasive with it, so invasive with it I know you on my jock, but why you try and taste and sniff it? Big fucking baby You know who it is Gandhi