Well I do pop pills. I keep my tube socks filled. And pop the same shit that got Tupac killed. Spit game to these hos. Like a soap opera episode. Then punch a bitch in the nose. Until her whole face explodes. There's three things I hate: Girls women and bitches. I'm that vicious to talk up and drop-kick midgets. They call me "Boogie Night". A stalker that walks awkward. Stick figure with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg. Coming through the airport sluggish walking on crutches. And hit a pregnant bitch in the stomach with luggage. It's like a dream I can't back out I black out. I'm back out looking for someone "of" to beat. the "crap out". I'm bringing you rap singers. Two middle fingers. Flip you off in French and translate it in English. Then I'm gonna vanish from the face of this planet.