if i ask her "why you mad" she's gonna get mad, so imma cool it, light a fag and just forget that. imma take the label off the beer bottle, take my hand off the throttle and cut the chit-chat. after all i got no trust for these bitches just gettin up in my business and i'm too fuckin busy for an uppity mistress, right? i'm just a loner and a stoner and i don't have the headspace to devote to these hoes who just handle boners. that's why i'm sittin on the can, pukin in the shower at 5 in the morning lookin down from an ivory tower. cuz i'm "above the bullshit". i mean, look at the kid. lame tee, stained jeans: jake cook is a bitch! do your laundry, stupid. and pay your rent. and stop gainin weight; you finna break the cement. and stop actin paid when you act makin no cents. if you so tough, whys a rap the only place you can vent? gather your fecal matter. quit with the needless chatter. and when you're talkin to the cops, cut all the legal patter. they ain't trynna hear that…you're finna get slammed to a car hood. you got warrants, bitch. quit actin like its all good. i could dance if you pull my strings. a couple drinks and some chicken wings. this is the birth of the bitch king. jacket was the kid with his head down, always gettin a lecture. shoutin about oppressors and spoutin conjecture. a born smart-ass with a narcissistic reflex hopin that one day my intelligence would get me some sex. behold the freak of nature known as me. i'm a fuckin piece of fecal matter on the bottom of some tattered cleats. skittles for breakfast. he's probably riddled with disease. i found him on the ground at mickey d's. look at him, he's the dumbest motherfucker at mensa. he's always flippin out and fuckin up his potential. his teeth needs repair but he ain't square with the dental because his brain's about the size of a like a pea or a lentil. they say "damn, jacket. your life is a fuckin joke. how many times can one man write about puffin dope? and how many raps can he bust about jack and coke til he's swingin from a rope, dead from a lack of hope?" but i cruise on. i'm all about my grey poupon. i mustered up courage to ask these hoes to get they groove on. i'm sick with it. never gonna lay off cess. again, i'm sick with it, bitch. shout out to ALS.