Boris

Shit this my last cigarette
I let the ash fall into darkness
Porch dog, drag racing
My bitch beside me looking gorgeous
Going reverse
Good timing ain't never been my forte
A blunt and sloppy head is still my favorite fucking foreplay
I need a three piece meal and fries with seasoning
Don't forget the sweet tea and Texas Pete
Just fling it in the bag with couple biscuits
Punched glass where it look thickest
The scabs came ripping off
The flesh be soft like grandma's brisket
I got roses on my feet
Dealt you lotus while I dreamed
Nick Chopper in the sauna
Bust him down from head to spleen
Ain't a nightmare or a good thing either
Chimera spun my life threads
The lion eats the viper

(What the fuck is he talking about)

Saint Laurent flamingos cover the lawn
If you a sucker for the glamour, you disappointingly boring
I'm out in Budapest, anonymous
Alone with these poems
Slipping out the seventh district
Dim lit back-alley roads
Be taking me home

Street lamps flicker now
Beckon towards a quicker route
I took the darker path instead
Life be feeling simple now
Money, weed got big amounts
Family need that bigger house
You interfering with the cash
We snatch you while you're stepping out
Your house ho
Mouth close
Feed you pavement
How it tasting
Michelin-rated
Cooking up
Reciting book of Revelations
I been praying
Give me patience
Lord knows
I fucking hate it
Every time you people saying
That you like my music
Save it for these fucking
Lame ass rappers always claiming they the best
You the hardest til acero barreling right through your chest
Jealous of the talent these lines hot off the fucking press
I confess looking for a challenge got me all depressed