to my cousin

Direct mail from Hamilton to Vancouver...what you think of this rap cuss.


This shit's been around for years
contemplating the time 'round my cigarette
busting out rhymes like your girl goes scissoring
jumping up rap from the underground
pimping up hoes like they know how i ain't messin'
kick back, jump back, now grab a beer
my lady been missing for 'bout half a year

i ain't looking (why not?)

all she does is hella
find a new one, make her dance with her bella
now kids scissoring, cause i put it in words
have no idea what kinda shit is supposed to be absurd
i could say f--- but i'm more mature
screwing in light bulbs for a game of the twirl
kick back, jump back, c'mon have a beer
if it's bitches you want, get the f--- outta here
this game is fresh, so styling cause je suis
drink all the cognac, while my daddy busts veneers
sitting down wondering is this ghetto shit real
hopping down Malibu like i'm motherfu----- Greg Kinnear
spit and you spat, this shit got all sticky
you been chewing on bubble gum, while i keep my fine mind dicky
kick back, jump back, c'mon have a beer
look in my fridges all i got is the finest beer
you don't want no beer, just some apricot juice
man, sometimes i wonder, boy, if you loose

so i tell you a story, my home boy falls in flames
he's been in a hospital for 600 days
what i gotta do now is bust him out
grab some Heineken for the road,
lets get the f--- out

Gg