November Has Come

Slow it down some

No split clown

Bum, your old hit sound dumb

Hold it now, crown I'm

Where you found them at

Got 'em 'round town

Coulda drowned in it

Woulda floated bloated

Voted sugar coated

Loaded hip shooter

Draw for the poor

Free coffee at the banks

Hit through the straw

None more for me, thanks

That blanks the raw

That dang sure stank lit

Sank passed the pit for more hardcore prank spit

Crank it on blast

Roll past front street

Blew the whole spot

Like some old ass with skunk meat

These kids is too fast

Juiced off a junk treat

Who could get looser off a crunk or a funk beat?

Something's starting today

Where did he go? Why you wanted to be?

Well you know, November has come

When it's gone away

(Baha) can you dig it like a spigot

My guess is yes you can like, can I kick it? Wicked

Liquor shot

If you happy and you know it

As you clap your hands to the thick snot of a poet flow it

Broke a pen and I'm in cope hymen

Dope or rhymin all worth it then

The hope diamond

Required off the blackmarket

Or wire tappin

Couldn't target a jar of spit

The rapid fire spark lit

A rapper bug zapper

And it don't matter after if they's a thug or a dapper

Plug yer trap or it's maximum exposure

The beast got family in numbers asking 'em for closure

Aw, send 'em a gun an tell em clean it

Then go get the nun who said her son didn't mean it

She wore a filled-in thong

A billabong

And said, nah, fo'realla

The villain on a gorilla jawn?