I be at he who gather's me
Gotta get me in close
Pretty feeds of dosed with disease
Regenerate bottom thinkers
Four a feeling quake
Two more days and I'll half the check

New York circle and add it the bouncer
Still reliant on grandma gits scammed by swatztika stash spots
Too little in the books
Wearing trim out thin

Spell binding moments
*** fluid full up on brain glue

Divine right wit to printed racks
NYSE hedge your funnies
I already handled smack
Too prim and proper to dish
Scoop a butler move
Ant hill lost Bobby pins
Tell Paris hit play write next

Sights on that scene
I light Manhattan up for the first time
My inks a flower