Homie: Yo Acid show us some shit
Ight. YO I am chillin like a villin. I am broke ass fuck too ill be willin to do anything for a buck I might as well just start da killin.
Become a hit man. My Fan pop is failing and Dan left me because he got a wife in his life.
I am like a slave to the trade. I am broke ass fuck but got mad rhymes yet they are doing shit for me. I keep on getting bugged. All I want to be is left alone so ill guess ill be gone
But yet I get more phone calls then 1-800-free-sex. I need a quick fix so I think ill get some dro with at my girl's bro house. Hop in the Lexus with my Home Dog and take on 1-75 with the speakers blazin and me and him be battling. But I got more folks following us like I am the only flow they wanna hear so I say gets this Lexus rolling. It's cooling down now.
I pull up on my Girls Bro house pop out. But I see something is wrong. I grab my glock and a check the time with my clock. See me a flock of pigs on their way. SO I roll on out of thurr. And get my ass home.
