Splattitorium

You know what time it is.
I’m down with tha p-h-a-r-cyde (can you?)
To rock up in you —
I got the microphone. i twist you and burn you and bend you like sinew.
Back. run away, run away.
I don’t understand
(various adlibs)
No more teachers.
No more bitches. no more hoes, and that’s how it goes.
I want some leathers and a coupe and a house full of loot that’ll make ya just
Gotta get a scoop.
Check. 'spect.
I want a check. i want some 'spect.