This is a song about "Ain t slippin"

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Guess im ahead of my time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

The rich didn't think to see, plastic skin slippin' from chin to feet

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,