The Briefcase

Alhamdulillah I need some top
From a toothless bitch that got no rocks
And don't tell me you got no spots
I smell roast beef and its yo box
Cause you got shit that I don't got
And I got dick so we could swap
But I can't sleep without that slop
So come bring me that stank ass box

I been up for fourteen days
Could really use a fucking plate
Of anything that you could make
I got no bread I make my way
Up inside that rich dude place
You know that place that's up that way
He thinks he's safe but he should pray
Cause I'll break in this ain't no game
See I'll slide in the right front gate
3 AM no one's awake
I see the entrance to the basement
Tip toe slow across the pavement
I take my time I know it's late
I peek inside I see he placed
The keys and briefcase by the table
I see the window
Go to raise it
It goes right up
It must be fate
I climb right in
Shit, where's the safe

Oh thank you Jesus
I really need this
I hope this briefcase got something decent
Maybe some cash
Or some Reese's Pieces
Or something for that bitch
So she'll suck my penis
Let's crack it open
See what's inside
I hope what I find brings
Peace of mind

Alhamdulillah I need some top
From a toothless bitch that got no rocks
And don't tell me you got no spots
I smell roast beef and its yo box
Cause you got shit that I don't got
And I got dick so we could swap
But I can't sleep without that slop
So come bring me that stank ass box

Alhamdulillah I need some top
From a toothless bitch that got no rocks
And don't tell me you got no spots
I smell roast beef and its yo box
Cause you got shit that I don't got
And I got dick so we could swap
But I can't sleep without that slop
So come bring me that stank ass box



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Jesse Kulesa
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