Sausage Gut

Sparklin' extreme spinnage Watchin' your scene plumett If lyrics were green vomit My vocals would clean stomachs Addicts wean from it Where dreams and green run it The faces on money change like the host on Teen Sumit I'm close to being done with this industry's cream driven Supreme livin', seein' more demons than Gene Simmons And mean fibbin' actors be adlibbinFakin' the funk and some of us naturally had rhythm Some of us act like they had women Gats in the abdomen back when the fact is them cats They didn't have nuttin For certain I'm sure it's fiction but for some The purest diction Insures their jurisdiction I'm kicking it up a level trying to stay in the red Some stay in the bed, zombie Like the Day of the Dead With decay in the head Playin' instead of stayin' ahead Steadily portrayin' celebs, delayin' the inevitable When some come round They run down when they touch ground They climb up the structures unsound Some of you like the way my words caress tracks While some of these politicians secretly suppress facts