Crack

I'm the master blaster hit seeker ,straight  geeker cooking crack up in the beaker yes I'm the  one who stole your stereo  speakers.
I cook it all down so you can throw up cash , you fence leaper,non sleeper, seven Am creeper ,window peeper who only function is to see her .
Maybe there is a miss understanding in the Florida sucker sun walking with them cookies and that plastic gun cause this rock is what I have to run .
I need more dope men who have amnesia , the ones that don't know how to count and  a little slow and are happy to see you.
I need people who don't make me wait ,the ones that that drop rocks and leave me twenty s on my plate.
This is known by all the  fiends that the mans never just around the corner or thirty seconds away  ,He has a better chance of him appearing in your dreams .
I am like Monty Hall when it comes to credit , it's let's make a deal and when can I get it , I will for sure pay you back and you wount regret it , if there is away to get in your pocket I know I said it .