I heard your real name Howard and your girl named Janice
The relationship you have between you two's fantastic
Like cigarette ash raining on ants taking picnic baskets
Pussy stretching like the veins of a heroin addict when I came across you
Shriveled, bruised, and washed up
Dropped that school like old shampoo and now I'm getting boshed up
Cause I get a lil nervous when the mail man comes
And it's been way too long since I last saw the sun
Shouts out OD, keeping me lifted, spitting that sick shit
All these pictures picking me up
Have some tricks like merry Christmas
It's the grinch potty mouth
With the shotty going out
And killing businesses with ya misses
Oh yea I'ma keep on rhyming till my throat bleed
Till my vocal chords shrivel up and I can't speak
Got mental illness stuck in the dome but who doesn't?
Peep my style
Honeycombs and lucid dreams since I was just a child
But no one gives a fuck about your problems
Or whatever you call them
Living life in fantasies, yea you no god
And you ain't shit
You stuck below with everybody else rotting in this bitch
Motherfucker peep my visuals
Visit me when I'm sick and old
Smoking in the nursing home
Eating spinach then I take a stroll
Lucy, Susan, Polly at the park, how ya doing?
Put names in tree bark
Dancing terrible music, terrible music
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