Shere Khan

Goody Gum Drops

One thing I despise is the Virgin Suicides

Shere Khan is something that the wind cries

The way I collect is like a bomb threat

Meaning if you don’t have my dough

“Imma blo fo sho”

You better have heat when you hang with this villain

Meaning that it’s cold when I’m chilling

Catch a feeling

Slipped in on a banana peeling

I seen them dead on the floor

But the blood skated to the ceiling

I was like, “Yo, how’d that happen?”

Chuck Taylor’s down gotta keep on rappen

The one bullet the right place at the right time

He turned a hell of a wave into a flat line

My style don’t pump no blood

It pump weed and gasoline

Nikki Nickotine

Man, XTC will twist your spleen

Tell that to them freaks in them jeans “Know what I mean?”

It’s kinda ironic make a phone call for the chronic

And let my Tiger’s hold the Gin & Tonic

Man, I curse so much it’s blasphemy

But I do what the rap guys ask of me

Half heart, half hustle, half heart

If you don’t have hustle buy the punk here in the tussle