Throw Away Your Books

Imma need to take a dab on my day job Noose around my neck, screaming work or I’ll hang y’all Bodies hit the floor, David Williams would tell all I chase a giant peach Rollin' dope up with Roald Dahl I'm contemplating lust, I could f*ck like my old pops Instead I punt the curse blowing O’s up in drug dens These poppy leaves in bongs burning time like she's Cronus I defend against my mind, I see a friend tryna lend hands Urge me on outside Turn to Earl, I don’t like shit Taking a hit, I’m toking a spliff Shouts out to bare Gens Right across Saint John, imma smith grind with good friends Sitting on thrones, defeating the foes We growing and showing and leaving the lows You still f*ck with hoes? Naw I been over those Hoping and coping I’m throwing my phone Decadent era y’all dicks on the air Praising a rapist that’s losing his hair? F*ck is this page? F*ck what you saying Post that again and I’m shooting your brain (Most gooks don't get to look like this Most chinks don't get to smoke like this) Nuclear war from SF to Japan Killing these techies, no gentries allowed Redeeming a promise, I’m cleaning throughout Letting my blicky show up and show out Hoes waiting at my doorstep Tell the boys posted out front to fucking let 'em in Bring out the bud and Henny, we out here living, planning In the nest, waiting for a fool stuck on story Come with the plates, napkins and enough yen Tryna hang with the Gen? Getting twisted til god knows when Rushing up on weak suckas thinking We got enough handouts for them and all their fucking friends Ay, leave a bottle and and shut the door, I'm tryna get this spliff rolled Got a fine shortie behind me standing over tiptoed Either she tryna get ahold of the blunt or this dick though Damn, I hope you like fucking with stones throw nothing here like a lifeless body Just stinking up the room Cuz we gonna get enough tree here to last us till the clock ticks to doom And I wanna know