Nostalgias

They say it ain’t the same as it once was

Grew up watching boondocks

Now I’m like a wunsler

Sup cuz?

You know I’m proud of you Trudy,

Break a smile for yours truly,

I’ll be rolling a jay,

For cold days,

No propane,

I’m just king of the hill,

But no smoke,

It’s no Joke,

When CJ slide they lose hope,

I’m the pope,

Of this new type style,

I’m amuro,

The magician,

Dripped in all black,

With pitch fall traps,

And four hats,

To disguise the Mac,

We just bloo,

Send regards but don’t call us back,

To the future,

No Phil’s,

In my calde sac,

Of jawbreakers and trailer park sisters,

With the powers and them big ass puffs,

but don’t diss them,

Cuz them kids next door don’t falter, no father,

Put the drake to yo head,

Crack jokes-but no joshing,

But moving on,

Ima shoot it til the freaks is gon,

Or better yet,

Ima let the rocket launch,

And put your body in the frieza,

“Go son!”-

Straight Cooling on these nighas,

-Let’s shout the BIG O!!!

Take notes,

til your heartbeat stops,

And get chills,

You ain’t never came near my life,

you took L’s!