[Verse 1: Da$h]
Sinister as givin Manson literature to children
Thoughts of a youthful villain
Windows floor to ceilin
Feelin like Patrick Bateman, off that medication
Only [?] my patience, cause I'm knowin Hell is waitin
Still a shit talkin, blunt sparkin
Henny bottle to the face type nigga
Take yo mama on a date type nigga
Half a pint, I mean an eight my nigga
Straight act bitch, I'm too throwed to react shit
The black Jaques Mesrine, Xannies and the cess green
Load up like a motherfuckin chess team, you know heem
Its Dolla hoe, bitches blowing yaba off the ivory coast
Havin dinner on lobster boat
I spit the shit to give Barack a poke
Give a cop a choke
Bumpin Flocka in the chopper smoke
Nigga, light the dope nigga
Yo, light the dope, no hope for the weak
Four Os in the cream, with four hoes in the jeep
Two cups, cause its only for me, you know
Came up off of one too many Narco's and parked yo shit
Dolla Darko, backwood full of ARCO
Opiates flow and I hope my heart go
Still jumpin niggas after rap shows
Still rob a nigga if the cash low
Same nigga sleepin back of class yo
Miseducation gettin bad though
The government is like the fucking Muppets
Obama just another fucking puppet
You know it and you motherfuckers love it
Ain't shit changed unless you do it my nigga