Sheesh

They was saying he a junk, he a dirt.

Now they saying he a clown, he a jerk,

So I guess I’ll take ya girl, make her squirt

Send her home wit the stains, favorite shirt

And I got a hitter waiting in the lurch

Send the bread he can’t wait to get to work

Pack the clip, see ya man, get em murked

Then they toss him to the sharks let em surf

Let em chirp

Make em hurt

We send his soul to the cosmos

Captain Kirk

Let em yap,

Let him dap,

Take his bitch

And I hit it from the back

Yeah, don’t you know I love the smoke,

Don’t you know I love the smoke

Don’t you know I love the smoke

these bitches know I got all the dope,

One night only crush all they hope

Murder on the pussy, that’s all she wrote