spawn

i been up all night smoke’in skunk and drink’in yak
if i close my eyes i feel like i might never make it back
to this reality, one of the other ones might lock me down
matter of fact, shut up a second…did you hear that fuck’in sound?
i’m paranoid and not sure how much longer I can hold it together
this warm sunshine is being overcome by some cold dark weather
it’s get’in chilly up in this joint, nigga i’m afraid that bitch is come’in
you see, the devil ain’t a dude; she’s a big booty ass woman
with big titties, thick thighs, and some bloody red lips
and she is look’in for your nigga, try’in to give me all her chips
and in return she wants my soul on a one way trip
down to that cold ass place, some people call it hell
she wants me to fuck her forever, in her dirty snatch that smells
of death and disease, pestilence and sick plague
so I can splatter her ovaries and fertilize her evil eggs
she plans to populate the earth with an army of evil sons-a-bitches
spawned from a nigga with a Supa dick and a woman with an eternity of riches

another Supa short

I stay strapped up like a 5th wheel
Like that little pig I make ‘em squeal
After I bust and shower my wheels peel
Off to the next epp they know the deal
I’m a SupaMan they can’t hold me down
I don’t disrespect and I don’t clown
Like a high stakes game I lay ‘em down
I keep ‘em cum’in, I love the sound
Like Tupac baby I get around

trip'in again

up in the club with front’in niggas; fake jewels, fake tools, look’in like straight fools
i’m straight t-shirt and jeans with some running shoes
they front’in on me like an Outkast
cause my jeans don’t sag down past my ass
and i ain’t never lived in no trap
and they sick cause big booty dimes keep dance’in in my lap
while they deal’in with a crew of chickens
i’m surrounded by stallions that’s down for Supa lick’in
later on call me Jason Voorhees cause i’ma straight stick ‘em
back seat of my slab, we swing episodes
they call me the cement man cause i cum in heavy loads
i love ‘em thick thighed with legs bowed
and some wide ass hips so I can hit it and hold
then I flip ‘em over and they let me fold
their legs behind their ears call it origami
i leave sheets and weaves in shambles like a tsunami
got that pink all red like they turned commie
they call a nigga a week later want’in more Supa salami

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