text: Slow it down some, no split, clown bum
  Your gold hits sound dumb, hold it now, crown em
  Where you found them at?
  Got em round town, couldve drowned in it
  Would have 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 dank sure stank lit
  Sank past 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 has started today
  Where did it go? What you want it to be?
  Well, you know November has come
  When its gone away
  Something has started today
  Where did it go? What you want it to be?
  Well, you know November has come
  When its gone away
  Bah, 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 flowin
  Grope a pen and Im in cope hymen
  Doper rhymin more worther than the Hope Diamond
  Acquired off the black market
  A wire tappin couldnt target a jar of spit
  The rapid-fire spark lit
   A rapper bug zapper
  And it dont matter after if theys a thug or dapper
  Plug your trap or its maximum exposure
  The beats got family members askin him for closure
  Aw, send em a gun and tell em, Clean it
  Then go get the nun who said her son didnt mean it
  She wore a filled-in thong of Billabong
  That said, Nah, foreal-a, the Villain on a Gorilla jawn?
  Something has started today
  Where did it go? What you want it to be?
  Well, you know November has come
  When its gone away
  Something has started today
  Where did it go? What you want it to be?
  Well, you know November has come
  When its gone away
  When its
  When its gone away