Cornered

Shit I'm cornered
Find a beat to pull me over
Maybe I'm too sober
Maybe mood’s a joker
Swinging this way and that again
Bringin in this pain and take it back for friends
Packed and then stacked
Back cracks again
Lookin for the sacks
I can stash em in
Go find a spot I can push em off
Palms to the wall screaming fuck the law
Them fucks wont find what they think they saw
Abracadabra I done swallowed em all
Now I'm tripping hard
Like balls to the wall
Wall eyed like that chick from the corner store
Dip with two sticks like the bags a quad
Shit that's all I need just to bag a broad
Pee pee paranoid prophylactics on
See me I’m a mac a don
You a flaccid dong
A fakie Frankie Avalon
I’m the bass you hear beatin
In the back of this song
So take your beating
Till I crack your bones
Run pockets for the jack
Pass the crack along
We pack sip sell and dap
To the crack of dawn
Just another day in the L
That's all