One thing I despise is these virgin suicides    Shere Khan is something that the wind cries    The way I collect is like a bomb threat    meanin if you don't have my dough    i'm a blow fa sho    You better have heat when you hang with this villian    meanin that its cold when I'm chillin    Catch a feelin    Slipped in on a banana peelin    I seen them dead on the floor with the blood skeeted to the ceilin    I was like yo how that happen?    Chuck taylors down gotta keep on rappin    The one bullet, the right place at the right time    can turn a hell of a wave into a flat line    my style don't pump no blood    it pump weed and gasoline, Nicky Nickatine    man ectasy'll twist yo spleen    tell that to the freak in them jeans, know what I mean    It's kind of ironic, make a phone call for the chronic    And let my tigas hold the gin and tonic    man i curse so much its blasphemy    but I do what the rap gods ask of me    Have heart, have hustle    have heart if you dont have muscle buy the punk gear in the tuscle    no love, unpassionate, blow weed in the face of the baddest chick    yet spin like a cd, I try not to get sleepy    on the grind when it's creepy, street gods wanna teach me    pocahantes makin money for me bustin in the tee pee    My All Star Chuck Taylors, stay laced like the mayor    street ball court player    rapid fire rhyme sayer    you be like Nicky man no fair, real poppa    I disappear like Jimmy Hopper    reappear on Easter    pants in the heavy starch crease-a    t-shirts with the vest is feature    miesha check it its the god of Khan    Chuck Taylors down like the Ramadan    catch a feelin, slipped in on a bananna peelin    you got a scheme homie what you dealin    man the bathroom tinted    with the blunt wrapped dope in it    Its like Popeye with his spinach    run around like you playing tennis    and you still aint finished    international    keep the party crackin like its pistachios    the freaks got it poppin like a fashion show    make a move with me birdy baby, grab the dough    like a linebacka    i got a gift like a blind jacka    put a hole in your six packa    the south paw with the lock jaw    in the kitchen with the rock raw    you remind me of cocaine and doo doo stains    man its the shitty dope dealer    dirty worm catapilla    weed collide like the sun and the moon    and I'm still trippin of that room with the blood on the ceiling    catch a feelin    my chuck taylors got me creepin    and rap dealin    come through and leave you stunned    and in shock    and leave my heart on your block like a lost glock    in the bushes or woods man you do what you could    with the little you got, are you cold or hot    put it down with the plot, and got knocked    and went to jail naked in your shoes and socks    left it up to your woman man to move your rocks    and the freak turned the spot into a hot box    Chuck Taylors All Stars with our stars    make my way to the bar and there you are    Catch a fillin       Hey sister give me some of that cheese