ASININE

[Verse Two] I said I’m walking through my motherfucking jungle Grape smoke blowing, envelope and get a lungful Humble in the present but a devil, never love’em Leave a dumb thot gagging in a hummer, and I don’t drive, Bummer But the Summer let the youth go wild Grab The Bat the Crack Bag the Fowl I move Chicken get a quarter for the pound You looking for a verse, throw ya order in the pile While loitering awhile, wiping off the blood, gather round and listen Freedom look good feel better peaking out the prison You better tweaking in the gutter than believing we can peep eye to eye, ride or die, I’d a stuttered I’m too smooth, fuckers running outta butter Jug button up, black bandana, and another Swinging out my back pocket if you need that crack rocket Then I’m whipping it up the block get the opps popped in a puddle I AINT GOT NO ROOM FOR A MUGGLE Take my tunes to the top drop the weight n make’em juggle buckle Blog hog fella yelling give the prick repeated beating Read it feet up, heating up the stove for season If you roam with my foes I ain’t knowing whatchu thinking They can bank upon the con and get to flaking when I break’em PAINT THE WALLS FOR THEY WAKE UP IN A SWEAT ONE MORNING AND IT RED “TRIP BALLS, I’M THE KING Y’ALL APPOINTED.” #EnterWILD