HELP

I never asked you for your help There was no attraction to your discourse Dissed your own brother for a dub Did even worse after you quit horse That was family bro? Miss me with we family though Miscellaneous visions fade from fifth Pistol pop the anti antidote Mommy and candy coat Can we go? No one voted Don't get you hope bloated No we can't go and get more soda or cookie dough Only hot dogs and sammies dope Used to raid Josh's fridge and pantry alone quote noted I'm fully loaded rocket launchers on both shoulders Weight of the world on my dick I am telling you You won't own us I never asked you for your help Classically trained and mastered In being a bastard to myself So why you keep asking me for help? I don't have room for you shit shows I don't have room for a friend that only tip toes I'd rater save room for the flowers I grow in six rows I rather crash the Mayflower than tap cowards who had the whip broke I'll make sure to feed my dog and drink water Kiss a daughter's twat pitch a pounds Listen to cool jazz around the clock You all whistling dixie pissing in the wind Missing the pot fist in the air but pissed When the rich don't care about which watch or the time you got How could I lose if I don't need the greed you sought or seek? Careless or cautious kitten witness the rotten pleas Indifferent from perky tits and cops tripping on unmarked trees Häagen-Dazs is like my needs it's soft and sweets In conclusion I don't need your help I sleep and eat inside I've been felt I mean that not mean but you know what I mean in pride I am clean I just showered and dreamed a dream alive Ate a girl that tasted like mango ice cream then creamed inside It's your boy chamoy and tajin that brought the fiend a vibe The thought freedom ride All we wanted was fine dimes weed and wine And a Camero in Chinguey Terre to weave and wined Because I got somewhere to be at three She's an art thief has small feet and shy I don't have room for you shit shows I don't have room for a friend that only tip toes I'd rather save room for the flowers I grow in 6 rows I'd rather crash the Mayflower than tap cowards who had the whip broke