BOZO

Got the furnace on
Stomp these rappers in my sandals
Let them Birkens-talk
Hit these bitches open ice
With the burners on
My family packin' sticks like
Bobby Orr and Bergeron
Know they sayin' and said I'm
Insane in my brain and head
If I don't get my blue soon
I'm gonna paint it red
Workin', drainin' lead, feignin' dead
gainin' bread
Smokin' Mary Jane in bed
They prayin' on my pain instead
I know I'm fuckin' good
I don't say I'm a rapper but they
Tell me that I should
See 'em try and stall me boy I
Wish you fuckin' would
There's a Merc-level engine
Underneath my fuckin' hood
Close my eyes to get my rise
When there were two in sight
Forever seems a little long
But I can do a night
I spit them marijuana bars, baby
You gotta break it down
To consume it right