Porn Virus

Give me a look
The type i don't got it go read me a book
Tip with the hook
I'm with the piece, it has been cooked
Glock on the nook
The type i don't want it go jump off the roof
I fell off the roof
But back in the day was tough with the shook
Gassin your broad for the hook up
I just be rocking margella
These ones they came from the Europe
I'm in a coupe with the Stella
Rip with the woo and we bless up
Rip with the woo and we bless up
I keep the coke up coke on the dresser
That lil boy he ain't a wrestler
Smoke on the dutchy, pass it to fella
I'm in the mecca it's making me better
Critical damage with the rocks on my sweater
Barely a team and it's making us better
She giving me head while she give me a henna
She with her girlfriend it's making me jealous
She give her head and it's making her wetter
Whip with the water, boy you heckla

Doomed by action
In my faction
We do gang shit
Guide the kraken
Fresh whip boy you lacking
Things that make us lit
There's no story to tell
You think you know me well
But I'm just tired
There ain't much to it
I cough some fluid but at least I'm still fluent
And I'm looking at the bread there ain't too much to butter
I get Fantano on the mic and all he can do is stutter
Oh boy I'm like sauce
Wet and tasty tater tots
I get that sonic
3.93 is the cost

You kinda corny, shuck with ya feathers
Porn in the Tesla, check on the weather
Drops in the whip when she give me the keys
Dew on grass with the chronic beliefs
Dew on my shoe got a lot on the fleece
Tanner was with me if you don't believe

So somehow Jon Parry was up
At 3 am, he ate his lunch
In his life he ain't do too much
He ate his lunch and had some punch
He put on tele
Watch the ferry cross canaries
Oh he jelly
But he so fat
A big belly
Then he gets up from the tele
Hits his wife
And then starts yelling
What's the point of being married?
Oh he don't know why
Questioning to God, Parry cry
But in his heart he know why
He just won't look d-deep inside
Cause self-reflection seems to hide
When one grows up, it never shines