Porn Virus

Give me a look The type i don't got it go read me a book Tip with the hook I'm with the piece, it has been cooked Glock on the nook The type i don't want it go jump off the roof I fell off the roof But back in the day was tough with the shook Gassin your broad for the hook up I just be rocking margella These ones they came from the Europe I'm in a coupe with the Stella Rip with the woo and we bless up Rip with the woo and we bless up I keep the coke up coke on the dresser That lil boy he ain't a wrestler Smoke on the dutchy, pass it to fella I'm in the mecca it's making me better Critical damage with the rocks on my sweater Barely a team and it's making us better She giving me head while she give me a henna She with her girlfriend it's making me jealous She give her head and it's making her wetter Whip with the water, boy you heckla Doomed by action In my faction We do gang shit Guide the kraken Fresh whip boy you lacking Things that make us lit There's no story to tell You think you know me well But I'm just tired There ain't much to it I cough some fluid but at least I'm still fluent And I'm looking at the bread there ain't too much to butter I get Fantano on the mic and all he can do is stutter Oh boy I'm like sauce Wet and tasty tater tots I get that sonic 3.93 is the cost You kinda corny, shuck with ya feathers Porn in the Tesla, check on the weather Drops in the whip when she give me the keys Dew on grass with the chronic beliefs Dew on my shoe got a lot on the fleece Tanner was with me if you don't believe So somehow Jon Parry was up At 3 am, he ate his lunch In his life he ain't do too much He ate his lunch and had some punch He put on tele Watch the ferry cross canaries Oh he jelly But he so fat A big belly Then he gets up from the tele Hits his wife And then starts yelling What's the point of being married? Oh he don't know why Questioning to God, Parry cry But in his heart he know why He just won't look d-deep inside Cause self-reflection seems to hide When one grows up, it never shines