Going through plants like a weedwhacker
Phone’s going off like a bugzapper after Agincourt
Turn a thug to a sapper
In the hut no Jabba, smoking jabba
Came in from the sea like Grabbers
Not the box but what’s inside, panels hidden in the side
Keeping tabs on tabs, logging keytaps to find rats, no tappers in the gang
We all go out from a choke, we all go out selling coke, return with loads
Boatloads sewn into coats, bouncer knows me, suffices saying Yo
High prices, spices all kind, and ice, bomb like Isis
Feet sporting Osiris, always thought his named sounded Irish.
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