Spam in the place where I live (Ham and pork) Think about nutrition, wonder what's inside it now (Oh boy) Spam in my lunch box at work (It's the best
!" She says, "What?" I say, "Guess" She says, "What?" I say, "We're goin' to the drive-thru!" So we head out the front door Open the garage door Then I open
your head Was open and bared itself to the air I can cry if I try But I lie awake at night You said that you tripped on a box that he shipped Before
lovin' what they do and makin' a name It's a shame how they idolize the idiot box Feel the pain in television, the deception and shock And when they finally figure out
lie I may be scared of Jason, but I'm not scared to die So when a nigga talk shit, and I buck 'em Shoot me in the head, put me a box, and just say "fuck
See they hate him and they love him like he Kobe And he just be getting money while haters be out there promoting him Pick a Mixtape Messiah then open
Been in H-Town, Southside, Cloverland daddy I'm the man out in Dallas, better ask Khaled Kept me out in Cali with my eyes open barely Blowin' and spinnin
'll be up in this chick 'til the early morn' Mighta came with some Temples but those Shirleys gone She laughin makin a joke she gon' sell out porns Got
the loo he ran back to the bed, he leaped from the bed, he ran out the window, that's not right either, a humongous dick that wants to reach out and
nigga To a top top top, big rigga Check it, check it out, check it out Check it out, check it Check it out, check it out, check it out Check it out,
love of a Martian Tick-tock and waiting for the meteor This clock is opening another door Lots of love, just keep it comin', making something out of
guard in the flesh I've been the best, I'll get in your chest and in the mess In your vest and out your back without even getting out the 'llac I lied
my brain i just chunk the deuce and hit the drank cause i cant hear a thang the other day i got a ticket listenin to that hurricane soon as the police got out
reason with him I promised I wouldn't do it again But he sang louder and louder inside the house And now I couldn't get him out So I trapped him under a cardboard box
Alrighty, then ... picture this if you will. 10 to 2 AM, X Yogi DMT and a box of Krispy Kremes, in my need-to-know post just outside Area 51 contemplating
he got a gun oh shit ..shit...shit (JAE MILLZS) Okay its young money what you know bout it The simuarto will rip open your body and tear the soul out