About me: "By a seeming fate, commonly called necessity, they are employed, as it says in an old book, laying up treasures which moth and rust and corrupt and thieves break through to steal. It is a fools life, as they will find when they get to the end of it, if not before."
guess what? i get to see ghostface killa on halloween jelous, much? and are you coming up with the rents over thanksgiving... if not i will probably have to kill myself, or get a fake id. one of the two
Stones on every arm, the crib is ten million The corks from Dom Perignon can't reach my ceiling Four maids with four grenades When the sun's in my face, all I do is lower the walls for shade The pool's a pain in the ass, fifty grand on Windex kid They keep it clean the whole bottom is glass So you can see the sharks and piranhas, a pair of pajamas That's my neighbor, the faggot disresepecting my mama No cars in the garage, it's underground shit They way the floor open up you think I'm hiding spaceships French chefs, the best grapes on they breath Louie aprons on the Yank cats, the puffy cooks the rest Besides I got birds that never leave the nest They f**k with me, I'll watch em confess, then I'll go rest
