Homie: Yo Acid Show Us Some Shit

Ight. YO I Am Chillin Like A Villin. I Am Broke Ass Fuck Too Ill Be Willin To Do Anything For A Buck I Might As Well Just Start Da Killin.



Become A Hit Man. My Fan Pop Is Failing And Dan Left Me Because He Got A Wife In His Life.



I Am Like A Slave To The Trade. I Am Broke Ass Fuck But Got Mad Rhymes Yet They Are Doing Shit For Me. I Keep On Getting Bugged. All I Want To Be Is Left Alone So Ill Guess Ill Be Gone



But Yet I Get More Phone Calls Then 1-800-free-sex. I Need A Quick Fix So I Think Ill Get Some Dro With At My Girl's Bro House. Hop In The Lexus With My Home Dog And Take On 1-75 With The Speakers Blazin And Me And Him Be Battling. But I Got More Folks Following Us Like I Am The Only Flow They Wanna Hear So I Say Gets This Lexus Rolling. It's Cooling Down Now.



I Pull Up On My Girls Bro House Pop Out. But I See Something Is Wrong. I Grab My Glock And A Check The Time With My Clock. See Me A Flock Of Pigs On Their Way. SO I Roll On Out Of Thurr. And Get My Ass Home.