Spirit Sucks

Yo shut the fuck up!

 

As I’m passing through the streets I kept beat by women and their meat, I contemplate

Defeat while I go eat some cheese, take those panties off and drop, having sex like

A donut and a cop, shagging like a mop, off beat sweeping feet’s like stealing beats,

Take other fellas weeks, cause they reek of lacking physique, like it’s 59, Godzilla causing

Fright, oh no that’s a sight! Like my thing in the night, my white T-shirt, it’s alright, anomalies

Are haunting me, existential, constantly, thinking about where we’re gonna be dropping,

Bodies like bodily, fluids, shock relief, yellow like banana, gonna get shot if you where it like

A bandana, do it, I dare ya! Granny throw! Through the closet door, knock you to your feet

On the window, shoving you and some ho’s down the next floor, beating you then, leaving

Just to come back again, as you can see my spirit sucks, it lacks like pharoahe monch,

Counting down different ways to stash different guns, don’t look back or you’ll be the last one