I wont start like that, dont think im fat, in the head, i just need to make some bread, and get to a bed, with a women, then im not gunna be foolin, around, like a clown, smackin fags on the ground, ill clear my mind, then ill rhyme, more comically, what you think is stopping me, from taking you out right now, yeah and how? you may ask, well it would not be to hard a task,  cuz people dont understand where im coming from, they all just think im here to be dumb, and get my brain numb, well i gouge your eye out with my thumb, yeah baby its time to cum, cuz thats not just what im about, but please have no doubt, its in my programing, something seems to be jamming, my THC reseptors, oh shit its the investors, the ones with stock in the company, they are all hunting me, but what they dont know, is that i wont give up my endo, maybe for a little, but after a while, ima make a fat ass pile, of green, then i will be mean, and by some sticky, dont you dare say icky, or ima pick me, out a new glock, as i shoot you in the cock, with the old one, then i make you look real dumb, make you sucking on your thumb, yeah baby its time to cum, cuz i aint done, dont look at me like that, dont you i think your phat, with a ph and your the D, so with that im ready, whenever you are, we dont need to be this far, apart, i can feel your heart, and mine, they tried once to combine, but it wasnt mine, or your time, to be a we, maybe after this song, who knows we’ll see, i wont be wrong, but we need, to meet indeed, or ima make a fiend, out of myself, with the help, of a drug dealer, and i feel a, .22 in my hand, whoa this was a different plan, i hope this is like Stan, Lee’s Marvel comics, where even when shit gets demonic, and hydroponic, maybe even a little Zombric, that the Zombies, bodies, will fill the streets, and i wont need to beat, anyone in the head, beating on them till they is dead, these words i have said, shouldn’t cause unrest, you should trust i have your best intrest, in mind, when i do find, out that these words i speak are fine, im able to combine, old rhymes, with the new, to make it seem like i am not dog doo, thats shit too, for all you, who, couldnt tell, well im going back to hell, and all is well, cuz i like DC better, i think i wont let her, walk out my life, i wish she was my wife, maybe a different time, for now its just a rhyme.