cars-n-stars

I walk like a SupaStar, talk like a SupaStar
The only thing I’m miss’in is a muthafuckin super car
But they would probably try to put your boy in jail
Cause I’d have that thang going down 130 like a bat out of hell
Really, I just want an old school 4 door Chevy
With Benz silver candy drip’in and Js on the feet sit’in heavy
Scoop my mommasita and drive her down to the levy
And cut her by the water while we bump Bell, Biv, and Devy
Oops, I meant Devoe
I should probably let yall know
That I been take’in shots of that green liquorice
So shit is move’in kinda slow
Like my slab on the highway at 3AM straight switch’in from lane to lane
While I burn that good and shorty work my wood to Destiny’s Child “Say My Name”
With the moon roof open, and I'm steady scope'in upon them shoot'in stars
Between the killa and her grey matter; I'm so high I should be float'in on Mars

short

i used to be a trippy Nigga, now i’m borderline alcoholic
my kidneys are sore, but still i pour, shit i can’t call it
i could blame it on my daddy for spend’in all his time in that glass well
but i’m a grown ass man, i run this show, and that nigga is sit’in in hell
i really wish i could burn again, then i’d put that bottle down
but i got seeds to feed and needs to meet; i can’t let that random test clown

Shorty Tried To Treat Me Like A Stamp

she thought she could make me stick around by licking me up and down,

but I told her, “shorty, once you lick me you gotta send me off to your friends, after I circulate a little I might come back to sender…”
she didn’t like that shit…

short

Inseparable, she moved in after three weeks
We lived like the Isleys, between the sheets
It was just the two of us… Bill Withers? Word…
Life got going then there was a third
then a fourth, then a fifth
I never got mine but, now I’m their gift
It’s like a dream come true when a little version of you
Jump up and run to hug and say “Daddy I Love You”
Now that’s the real shit, no matter how much loot I get
If my seeds ain’t with me, Sun, I don’t have shit

H-town summer

everyday was like Sunday
i woke up giving praise
by noon my mind was on haze

nuthin but a Supa short baby

One, two, three, and to the “foe”
It’s your hommie SupaG with a fat sack of Dro
Ready to burn it down so let me split the sweet
Crush the weed and roll a Supa treat
I’m gonna hit it hard at first and blow my mind like a bubble
With Supa and exotic mixed together?
Now you know you in trouble
It ain’t noth’in but a Supa thang baby
Everything is mashed potatoes and gravy,
Smooth and creamy kinda dreamy with a sprinkle of keef
I represent that one man clan and I’m the SupaCheif

the cliff

Standing at the edge of the cliff
All three legs want to jump
Looking down at all of your beauty
Thinking, “Should I free fall into her wetness?”
You ask if I’m a strong swimmer
“Girl, I gets deep like Jacques Cousteau!"
But, you asked if I was a strong swimmer
“I swim to survive.”
Will I be disappointed afterwards, will you?
How many times will you cum?
Because you know that I’m going to get mine
Can I hit it from the back and make it purr like a cat?
Then I want to press your legs behind your ears and kill it slow
Will you tell me if you feel me pressing on your spine?
Let me know if I bang it too hard
Or if you want me to go all Patrick Carney on it
I don’t have any Jimmys
Will I pull out in time or will I splatter the ovaries?
Sometimes that thing is paralyzing
Makes you want to stay in it till you go limp
But I don’t desire more kids
Will you be clingy after I turn it out?
Or will we just fuck like chiens and then go our separate ways?
Standing at the edge of the cliff