Trials

Spoils of crime

Death for the dictator,
A bat for the curator,
Rotten eggs for the commentator,
A roaring lion for the gladiator.

Rehab

This sad, sad place,
Keeping me from base,
Niggas tryna touch base,
Girls regretting they ways.

I tell 'em it's just a phase,
Really there's nothing I can't face,
My life they try deface,
My dreams they're dying to efface.

Silly, silly! Say grace,
Catch a whiff of pussy from Grace,
Bum a shot of whisky from Chase,
As I tenderly touch knuckles to save face