sometimes it's so bummy; the rows of hov grown dunnies
who close their souls and over-expose show money

i hold my nose around undisclosed show monkeys
food for thought: dudes ought to be so hungry

owned in chains to chains we own? no funny

dead wrong as king kong in a thong trying to show tummy


fresh from c-sections
death of the lead section
background ee-lected
to head
the ree-gression

backwards w/weapons
of massive dee-ception

rhymes are mindfucks
how yall 'suck'

and still lost the ee-rection?

child, contol the wild'n out...start d-wreck'n
oops
dee-recting
oops
di-recting
truth
to my brethren

fukka.