Stanley's Friends

Hahahahahaha Who I Be Prod Morriarchi [Verse 1: ££] [Verse 2: Lee Scott] Sweg, blood and coffee on me sheep skin coat Reaching deep into me pocket for a smoke Probably the goat but I'd never gloat I walk up to the edge and float To the other side, in a single humble stride Running high, before I trip and crush your pride Then leave for lunch and cut the pie five ways So its easier for me to munch (mmmm) Outside the chippy, tipsy sipping a whisky Clicking me fingers at a kid for a ciggy Sitting pretty in the ugly tree Don't even look at me me when you look at me, just agree Eyes on the floor while I dribble on In your face with more faces than a quintesson Asking you rhetorical questions like "Wheres your liquor gone?" And what bottle I'm drinking from Starving me Digimon, I'm something like a Sicilian don At the gates of heaven giving God shit on the Intercom Chances stuck between slim and none I meditate like "Get money, Fuck bitches Om" [Verse 3: Hibernation] I used to wanna be a star, I'd love the money love the fame Yeah, that'd be out this world but now all I want is space Get the fuck up out my face, I don't got no true hope Spray painting overrated on Tupacs tombstone I carry the pistol mate, it's the american way It'll make your character change like it did with Harriet Winslow Speaking of Family Matters, no it don't so sit calm Remove your clothes and do slow and take this fucking dick Mom See my bloods the holy water, kill a priest and feel a rush I'm bumping Killah Priest, take whatever a pills I want Fuck these kiddie rappers thinking that they something sick I'm only over your head, cus I'm tired of you sucking dick Fucking pricks, " " New breed I'm from the Wu era too Pharoah for you geeks Now it's like a job to me, I'm out here making mad bank So read it and weep like the diary of Anne Frank DAMN STRAIGHT