I'm still in my cave writing rhymes
You just gonna get fines whilst making dimes
Boy just read between the lines
You've run out of all of your life lines
Boy I always be dressed to the nines
It just combines with all of the signs
It shines that you've been past your bed times
Boy I always wake up to the chimes
But everyday I'm on my grind
It's aligned
That your card will get declined
It's spring to mind that you will drop behind
Coke is twined with your mind
So your just broke
No need to smoke with the old folk
Your IQ is with the heard of the moke
You with your hooded cloak
Makes you a visual joke
You spoke
Shut your ass up and eat an artichoke
I'll back hand yo ass
And you'll get a stroke
Before I saw you I was
Just hustling and bustling and rustling
And then I began justling you dustiling
I will never stop tussling cus I'm always mussiling
I simply can't stop brustling