ain't no weezy win nukka

i wonder if that strong odor of brain rot could explain why i'm so strange?

last night, walking from the train i was eventually surrounded by a bunch of dudes,who all looked like lil wayne...

i'm ready to attack and be attacked,but it looks like i'm gonna get maimed...

i step outside myself, and look at me, like "dude,for real?"

are you really about to get killed by the lollipop guild?

and i looked at my judging self, like "you could knuckle up too"..

so he did....yeah, but we still  got fucked up...

and then we got up... and limped back..

we walked over, and we limpin back..

still ain't no weezy win nukka...

tougher than nigerian hair..