hold it man I still got half my hoagie left I woke up to a crackhead fiend in screaming about the home he left so i call the feds the veins are pippin out his brain they press against the fingers in my pocket smashing garbage cans and making dents I'm posted up and strain at the effigies of cops that got shot, before I snooze en route to shooting up the 40 spot like i been taught to roam without a glock gripped in my mitts instead preoccupied by puddles thats reflecting back at me my greasy grin vans slowing down as they pass, I don't fuck with it some sketchy circumstances got me hauling ass for 10 blocks. hobos gazing at me like they know something i don't but realize that they're just stoned off some shit that i don't even wanna know.the boys will fuck em up on sight, putting faces in the pavement catching bodies in the name of taming urban blight. murky nights I'm jackin atvs and dirt bikes to roll around the block until they stop me in the morning light.

I'm drowning in a greasy tub I roll with scum and I'm a grub thats chasin slugs with faces only mothers could love being watched from above, as I'm rolling in the mud i stay so subterranean i only surface for the drums a glum disposition, so jumpy ill be twitching, got the black stained fingernails from dirty ditches ill be digging catch me swigging schulykil water pour some out for victims cause i reside in a belly that could use a little fix in, I'm not dishing, just do a little bit of mental swishing cause some images in my mind i find them sticking got me clicking got some particles that ill be flick in at the passerby them dirty dogs run up on me because i smell like chicken. morning drippings from the sun bleached papi shop sign try to fuck me up by dropping in my eyes I'm dipping to the side, hypnotized by cans arranged in lines as i disappear beneath the awning muttering my slimy rhymes