tip of Montauk Point. They call then rogues, they travel fast and alone. On hundred foot faces of God's good ocean gone wrong. What they call love is a
the car We in the club, running up a fat run at the bar Puffing plex, anybody get a punch to the jaw No soda water, got a pint doing it raw And everyday
kept in the movies and your head in a jar or a vase in a van on tour your guts clumped like dung in a sturdy hatbox heart slung safely in the stomach
meaning Took some Neosporin and went back to his cleaning Thought I had a dream or else it was a movie Your mind can have a joint easy like jungle boogie
wooden chair In amongst the flames Alone I clear my throat to speak But I cant say a word Not one This girl knew my name On a wooden bridge Its cold
got em wilding one of a kind By the King Kong, Big Foot gully with a scully bully of rap Still ugly with the money running a trap Now they giving me dap
s thundering, cause I'm hushing up I'm a storm if you wonderin' Shit, you could muster up a thought, to take a toter? and a brain fart Want urine in your
through Slow rivers run cold Shallow waters never sank so low I thought I'd drown and you'd never know You're a slow river and you run so cold The winter
in a submerian, I'll never go to school again. I stole you a porch because your mom is a fox, Im sellin foot wear in-soules and Im runnin 3 shops! Horrifide
all are too slow Like wearing a weight vest and lead socks I'm a fat kid, you feed me? I'm still hungry Never let a bitch take a bill from me Like Jordan
straight down check it, 15 of us in a three bedroom apartment roaches everywhere causons and aunts were there. 4 in the bed, 2 at the foot, 2 at the
a Mil.. Fuck it I'm one in a bill.. fuck it I'm one in a zill yo This specimen is rare A big lip nigga with an ice-cold stare I cripple infinitely yall
gon' be a palace Laid out like a salad, keep a nigga from malace I'm movin things to the south A dog like me need a pussycat 'round the house, with a
colonists home It's cold in the water, it don't hurt to live Was it worth gettin' wet? You gotta learn to swim Come with me, one foot on the bank Why
tradition, is a kind of rape. This idea that men are suppose to win you, that you are suppose to be aloof, is a small but significant dramatization
you want to jump ship and you thought the ship would sink a motherfucker without turning into a submarine, went under water came back up with a periscope
