One thing I despise is virgin suicide   Shere Khan is something that the wind cries   The way I collect is like a bomb threat   meanin if you don't have my doe   i'm a blow fa show   You better have heat when you hang with this villian   meaning that its cold when I'm chillin   Catch the fillin   Slipped down on a banana peelin   I seen them dead on the floor with the blood's keated to the   ceiling   I was like yo how that happen?   Chuck taylors down gotta keep on rapin   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 Nickitine   man ectasy can twist yo spleen   tell that to the freaky them jeans, know what I mean   It's kind of ironic, make a phone call for the chronic   And let my tigers hold the gin and tonic   man it hurts so much it blastin me   but I do what the rap gods askin me   Have heart, have hustle   have heart if you dont have muscle buy the punk gear in the   tuscle   no love or passionate, blow weed in the face of the badest 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, they lace like the mayor   street ball court player   rapinfied rhyme sayer   you be like Nicky man no favor, real poppa   I disappeare like Jimmy Hopper   reappear on Easter   pants in the heavy start to increase her      t shirts with the vestes feature   miesha check it its the god of Khan   Chuck Taylor down like the Ramidan   catchin feeling, 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 like a linebacker   i got a gift like a blind jacker   put a whole new six packer   at south pole with the lock jaw   in the kitchen with the rock raw   you remind me of cocaine and do these thangs   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 ya fillin   my chuck taylors got me creepin   and rap dealin   come through and leave you stunned   and in shock   and leave my heart on the block like the lost glock   in the bushes of wood man u did 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 ya shoes and socks   laughin up to ya woman man to move ya rocks   and the freak turned the spot into a hot box   Chuck Taylors All Stars and all stars   make my way to the bar and there you are   Catch ya fillin      Hey sister give me some of those shoes