How Many Times Does Your Pee Split in Half, george bush?

I'm Thomas Fints Pats Patrick
Poopin' Pat got the whole room lookin' right at him
Still wearin' the same pants to date, still fappin
To Cherry Scott, God damn!
Get the fam out of town
That shit called Hamlin's a dead end
Damn fam, brought the joints and red can
Coca-cola
Cold Shoulder
Cold ropes hard to climb up
When you got the drone up
And blow in Cola
Dime bag, Big dope runner huh?
Fuck boy

Over shit
I've been there
Been here
Burn loggin'
Hot boxin' cars and rooms
And I pray to God for a clean head
I mean that
"A mean pack"
Narcotic got a C-Cap
Where's the light? I need it back
Oh, it's pay day anyway
(This weeks pay check)

I got a dollar deposit
But on my mind is a million
I can't stop it, I'm going to trillion!
Some say that tomorrow could be different
Better watch em man whose gotcha?
Who shot ya?
I said I couldn't stop em
Who shot you bitch

When my dick up in my waist band
It look like a Javelin under my shirt
And she doin' the damn thing
Some of you can't stand this shit
But I'll just do what I can't bring
I rap cause I can't sing
I'm doin' the damn thing

I'm doing those bad things
I'm screwin' the class
When I got back, requesting fast to land a taxi
Bruschetta sandwiches delivered from your lover, so fancy
I'm high in the back seat, so @ me

(Next weeks pay check)
I got another deposit
But this time it's a trillion
I can't stand this. All is unlimited
Some say that tomorrow could be different
Better watch it man
Who shot ya?
I said I couldn't stop it
Who shot you bitch