Click clack with my hat back in a black hatch back talkin all that chit chat like I was fat a cat. Cards in my hand like baccarat, did you miss that, then snap back, don’t dis-tract, on this-track, you might mis-hap, hear this clap, on this rap, my fist pack, more heat than a gun cap. Now roll back, fresh tic-tac, is this whack? Does glass crack? Do you understand a word that I’m saying from my mouth when my tongue flap, and the air that the vocal chords vibrate re-tract the ignorance from your brain that the streets at-tract.
