The Prisoner

[Verse 1: Captain Murphy] Periwinkle overcoats with hoodies on 'em This is how we overthrow these hoes and put the boogie on 'em Shoot my loogie on 'em Nigga, who be on 'em? Smoke a doobie-oobie with a floozy in the movies And you be like "Where the heck is Suzy?" (Where the heck is she?!) She’s sitting shotgun in the hoopty cleaning oopy-doopy off the back seat again She’s sad we never meet again And even though she’s leaving him She need to get the D again And every night I beat my meat to pornos that we’re starring in Bitch, I'm Rastafarian, no arguin' Rich as fuck, could drive whatever car I'm in I fucked a ho named Car-a-men She wore the finest gar-a-ments My type, we drank enough to stumble out the bar again And she puked all on my cardigan I swore I’d never share my heart again Cause all that’s left is fragments of a memory Now madness is my enemy A little bit of magic makes a tragedy The makings of my sanity, I’m managing, I know my family mad at me I smashed the game and picked the pieces up and hide away in London ‘Till my fucking visa's up, binge-eatin' Reese cups I’m smothered in that chocolate (Hey!) Your bitch say I’m a prophet (Hey!) I got her chakra’s open (Hey!) I did it for no profit (Umm) Don’t knock it till I try it, bitch! (Radio Interference) And all these demons from my past appear ‘cause I invited them ‘Cause I invited them