Yo man, I got some sick ass ***. I got all kinds of bongs. I got ***, I got paramaxes, I got graphics, I got all the dope ***. I got super bowls, I got *** duck weed. I got skills. Listen, I'll get me on the court, I'll put you up. I got skills. Look it, I got crossovers. I got dons, I got lobs, I got ups. It's like this. I got all kinds of skills. I got homeboys.I got weed, I get high. I'm ***, I got a dope motor show car with a bad ass *** bumper, but I'm *** with the person. T-Lo, she represent.Sick ass ***.Yo, yo, I gots the light if you gots the time. I gots the joint if you gots the rhyme. I gots the ink if you gots the paper. I gots the flow if you don't catch the vapor.Suburban Ebonics coming out my mouth. Take a lesson, bitch boy. I got your cock, man. But your square nerdy asses won't understand. So yo, break them off for fat ass peace, man.Dirt slang, it starts like this, bro. I play double with the homies and I each pick Tosco. 714 busting up yo ass. Suburban Ebonics, they don't teach in class. It's the psychedelic hip hop punk rock.So let me tell you motherfuckers who you *** with. Well, I'm Shank Dogg and I spills my spit. When I get slid, I like to bark some *** like it's shucked up, cracked out cock I bit. I only kick slicks and I don't shoot bricks.I got you puzzled like the wrinkles on my scrotum sack. I got a gang of gear, I keep my kicks on the rack. From air walks to box to docks to Birkenstocks. Top it all off with some old school socks. No wonder why your old lady rides my jock. I got her tied up like a boat to a dock.Yo, I'll twist up your mind with my wicked house shakes. Up fake, ooh yay, up date, it's bae. Ain't shade all day, ever nail-ass pay. Now that's a type of *** coming slurred from Shane. Emergency, emergency, 911. Cotton mouse on the mic, so you bitches better run.I got the light if you got the time. I got the joint if you got the rhyme. I got the ink if you got the paper. I got the flow if you'll catch the vapor.