Verse 1:

He's eyein all the rookies
He's seen it for awhile now and every day its spooky
Laughin past, seasons ash the hourglass is half the empty
Next cup---dvd dvr us plus the cassette's stuck
Never blame the stereo you ballhawk
Snatch catcher hall of famer passer for the aw shocks
Write down your secret recipe for the potluck
And watch national tv "pleease no more shots. duck"
--its for the lighty vixen in the teal chords
Slide into her wishing well with pennies for her you and yours
The corner stores dont have it--wrap it in plastic
Double duties for his fast cars slapsticks
Thats rich--who you know considered a myth
Takin trips of all sorts but dont go nowhere but his room and sits
--recognize the philosophy
No matter their whereabouts at the end of the day its just a hypocrisy


Verse 2:

Same moves different day junkies
Hired for the task to get the cash and it shook he
Demoness monks bleed papes throughout space
---they move with every inching step girating to a lounging pace
Fully flegeded on the thoughts that they think about him
Held em to every word held him hostage "we've got you surrounded"
They yelled it like it was their very last breath
If he died at this second his last step would've been the reject
Ooo geez it kinda got real there
Life is like a movie shoot--the cameras can't shoot in here
--then they move it to a different place
Recorded the verses overpower tracks with the bass now its great
---at least thats what i heard them say
Marry her fountain i heard it drips once every thursday
Came up with the cake like at the bridal shower
Indulge in all the eatings of these wannabee rhyming emcees then scour