BOZO

Got the furnace on Stomp these rappers in my sandals Let them Birkens-talk Hit these bitches open ice With the burners on My family packin' sticks like Bobby Orr and Bergeron Know they sayin' and said I'm Insane in my brain and head If I don't get my blue soon I'm gonna paint it red Workin', drainin' lead, feignin' dead gainin' bread Smokin' Mary Jane in bed They prayin' on my pain instead I know I'm fuckin' good I don't say I'm a rapper but they Tell me that I should See 'em try and stall me boy I Wish you fuckin' would There's a Merc-level engine Underneath my fuckin' hood Close my eyes to get my rise When there were two in sight Forever seems a little long But I can do a night I spit them marijuana bars, baby You gotta break it down To consume it right