Moonlight Thuggery

Told 'em type for us, came out the dark and thinking, "Fuck." Shit.

Hindu baddie boo can't feel her linger, too much ass on you.

Keep her at the temple smoking ether while she pray for me. Bitch know I

get crafty in the moonlight like a witch with me. Them vector bullets

sound like a hockey puck. Your baby mama call me Wayne 'cause all the

way I D her up. I been acting priceless like the jewelry on her

feet for sure. Lil' bitch call this shit a date but I can't tell I

ain't eat with her. Pay that bitch to leave, you know this