my return

Holy Stoli bottles, they all be poppin the sames/
swollen main veins due to dimpled dames brains/
I come stretched more further than further-than far-fetched/
yo no comprendo??, its simple, your dames next!!>

Im not a nan nuddah bitch, so snitch just stop hatin/
Im butcherin this pig, bringin-in-the-bacon/
grinding so hard, my whole body be achin/
call me Pastry Chef, BLAM!?! I'm straight cakin.

I was cold upstairs, chillin for too long,/
Mind left frigid still citin the same song,/
Regurgitate recycled rewritten-redundancies,??? /
Off is something because something its gotta be .

Your boy figured-it-out though,/
now making more than just common cents , /
splitting it on the house, O,/
five hundred, heres my rent.

Oldest of the Macks with untold ability/
He ebbs and flows like clockwork with silent agility, /
Intellectual insights startup a conversation /
Steers clear of stress, avoids all temptation .

Fear not, jedi, kenobi obi-wan,/
Mack will make it son, /
don't fake it son,/
carrot danglin front face, /
shit, I'll just take it dun/
at the club, shake shake it son,/
six girls Motel 6..,yep, butt-naked son.

Wow, this really is too fun for me,/
gotta hit the stage, be done you see, /
curtain's up, means no talking B,/
smilin all ways, havin fun with thee..

me, myself and I,/
its amazin what you'll accomplish just stop and try,/
just have to stay being productive till the day you die.

Just wait, soon enough, Ill do whatever I want,/
5 carats still boxed, ha, bought just to flaunt,/
in due time do things set themselves straight,/
Im compounding my time, sit tight, you wait, you'll sea,/
ARRR, it be a pirates life for me, /
Staring down precious chests and booties,/
bouncing up and down and just watch do we.

You know how Mack goes,/
Shoulder's cold, my back's froze, /
hitting ya long distance, /
with shots outta the Mac's nose.>

Just moved out to AZ,Tempe/
Cakemaker they call me, dont tempt me, pay me/
Hittin haze so hard, eyes-is dumb lazy/
foldin dough so hard, it fuckin hates me

up in rockford you and Justin,/
spiced my lips/ Ding-ding: this is just in, /
I killed you on my return, its fuckin disgustin.