Hungry Freestyle

I'm drilling it out the park with this baseball bat and pen/
they told me not to kill it once, I told 'em I'm killin it again/
get your papers out son, cause it's time to roll with the craziest bunch of reefers/
I gotta be on my, my Scooby snacks and tweakers/
got the munchies to the max and I'm sittin underneath the bleachers/
staring at the girlies to get a closer look at their play curtain features/
no soliloquies, love letters or songs/
all I do is work hard and hit bongs/
venomous with my wordplay like a snake in the garden of Eden/
shouldnt'a left Eve alone, God knows what she might be eatin/
so what, what else to I say...

Tell me what to do with this soul and this shoe/
cause I've been taking steps trying not to land in a pile of glue/
stuck with no way to get out, what the fuck am I to do/
but get on that horse and start buckin/
got these chickens and their eggs a cluck, cluck, cluckin/
now I can't forget to crack 'em gently, don't wanna break the yoke/
so how the fuck else am I suppose to make breakfast and joke/