Swimming With the Sharks

Look
They be staring like I'm Vlad the impaler
Whether we in Venezuela or Sydney Australia
My fit dope
Yeah
And I don't need me no tailor
Used to be broke and feed my chick the dick in a trailor
Now the house on the beach
Right next to the sailors
Roll a Bob Marley blunt
A couple hits with the whalers
God damn
Used to have to live with my failures
Now I live in the suburbs and talk shit with my neighbors
Yeah

That's the fruit of my labor
On the route to the paper
Blessed with the tooth of a gator
Sharp as a razor aimed at the heart of a hater
Extended parts with the lasers
Click, pop, later
Body parts of the Mayor we fed to sharks in the area
Got the glocks on the blocks surrounded with pitbull terriers
secure the perimeter just to silence the narrative
If you ain't native to this nonsense get the fuck from the area

I'm swimming with the sharks
Climbing octaves with Charlie Parker
We birds after dark
So are we flying fish now
Or are we frying a dish now
Catch me in the kitchen cooking cast iron with Mr Stark
But that shit taking HALla long man
Need an intermission to finish it like it's Kubrick and Clarke
So just throw some spare chum out in the sea
Just to see
Who gobbles and who's stuck squabbling
Switch the channel up to ABC

DETT
You can't flee the scene
When Big Slammu rolls up and bites out your knees
As seen on TV
But this ain't shark week
It's more a combination of the streets and Twin Peaks
Tough like vital wheat
Puff like a flight OG
Backwoods delivery
Roll of the dice casino
One last thing
You can't come between
The clinking of our drinks laughing at the sound of defeat
Ha ha ha