you will laugh to see me perpendicular, hanging on a cable car. . San Francisco. Let me beat my feet up and down Market Street. I'm gonna climb Nob Hill, just to watch it get dark from the top of
town. Where the pulse of the big business was. . He belonged to the yacht club, the truckers, the shriners. Though he had no boat and no rig. Still he'd eat roast beef dinners. And hob-nob with winners
kissed the nob. And put your meat on my stick like a shish-ka-bob (Hey lady). Out mingalin', heard that I blingy-bling. But I run the circus like ring-a-ling. I'm the king of things, and your man, he a
down my throat But he's a ducker sucker, soft-hearted punk. Goin' skiing for skeezers, stunts for blunt. So that's why y'all have so many things in common. Him for just robbin', you for nob slobbin' I
coughing aching stuffy head fever. Fucker, I think it's bout time that you suffer. Bobbin on my nob like an all day sucker. Bitch!. Meth Vs Chef. (It's my turn) Meth Vs Chef. (Yo let's bring that *