Dreams

Put my fuckin robe on
Go and turn the stove on
Scramble up some eggs
To throw some avocados on
Hit da fuckin bong
And then I fuckin doze off
Woke up in an hour
And then took a fuckin Zoloft
You know dawg
I gotta get my serotonin flowin'
Don't, and I'll be mopin' like an
Edgar Allen Poe poem
Big bitches on my fuck
Bone and they slow roastin'
Pig pickin' at dat Boston butt
While I'm Go-Pro'in
I have awoken
From a dream within a dream
I been sleepin' for a year
Bitch, I need my caffeine
I got da highest IQ
I got dat 420, my
Charisma got deez bitches
Itchin' to shoot a porn wimme
You can't ignore me, cuz
I'll take a dookie in yo mouth
Without makin' a sound, watch
You find that shit out and spit it out
I got dat Mike Ehrmantraut
Kinda demeanor
Except I'm meaner and my penis
Reaches the length of my femur
If you a Belieber, I'mma
Take a Cleveland steamer
On yo chest'n semen in
Yo fuckin coffee like creamer
I ain't no underachiever
I'm under sheets with yo preacher
Suckin' on his fuckin dick until he
Semens up my tonsils like penises
Cheater cheater
Muthafuckin pumpkin eater
Got dat shit as a bumper stick'on
My Cadillac two-seater
Whose peter, do I
Gotta suck round here
To get a blunt fulla weed
And a very dark brown beer
Gotta get fucked up
Erry day and night, if
It wasn't for the bud
I wouldn't be alive
I would'a died
By way of a suicide'n
I bet I woulda done it on
The first day of junior high
When I walked in the doors
And that bitch in the shorts
Started pickin' on my dick
For bein' so damn big
I was real self-conscious
Bout that shit
I would'a slit my throat with pencil
Right in front of that bitch
I would'a put my fuckin fingers
All up into dat slit
Split it with my wrists, then
Unhinged and ripped out my chin
I would begin to pretend, dat
I am some sort of demon
I would do some devil prayers
While my whole damn head was bleedin'
Bet dat little fuckin bitch
Would'a freaked out, and
I bet I woulda whipped my
Whole damn penis out
But I was geeked out
On dat marijuana weed
420 bud pot
Ganja from my glove box
Blood clots
All around my fuckin cock
Bus stops
Is where I buy dat fuckin rock
Smokin crack all day
Ain't never gonna stop, load
Sprayin' on a painting, of the
Muthafuckin son of God
I should be mummified
With cum in my eye
Acquired license to drive
While high on mai tais
My thighs
Are a nice size
Your thighs look like, dey some
Cajun fries from five guys
I mean, I think, that
You’re a nice guy
But I wouldn’t shake your hand
Nor would I give yo ass a high five
Nice try, tough guy, but
I just saw through your disguise
You a bitch and you know, dat
You are no friend of mine
Of any kind