Hoggin' is all in a day's work, the rebel, who rock like Dark Lotus and several other
motherfuckers that work the heavy metal.
I work the heavy metal in an upright fashion, what started as a fistfight, glasses for the
end, like, and you ain't sayin' nothin', slick, to a can of oil, whoopin' like a dude, boy,
four, n****s call me Daniel Bloom, put your black ass back into the soil, it's a rap like
a loon fall.
Well, I feel sorry for a n***a at the opposite end of my six shot, six times out of the ten,
you get shot, come fuckin' around, I had you duckin' a four -pound, the inner city streets
ain't safe now.
Jaflown, n***a, bow to a n***a that'll stay in this prime, from the beginning to the end
of his time, a proximity mine, when I'm stepped on, face and chest blown, nothin' left but
a skeleton bone, we give it to you up close, hoggin' it up, poppin' the most, for the bread
make you eat that toast, motherfucker.
Uh, and it's all in a day's work.
These n****s don't like me, but n****s tend to move like me when I lick shots, up in the
great outdoors, you either kick rocks, or you could fade out shorts to plaques, clack
clack, cause when we act, don't contact, cock back and push your heart out your back, n***a,
gun em, ten em, lie, front em, lie, Kobe and Shaq, when I get into my extendo clips, rippin'
the denim, spittin' denim, we hoggin' in heavy heat, with two stories to piece, know
you ain't a killer, by the way, bitch, holdin' your penis, nothin' to leech, you wanna take
it to the streets, besides your lady, the only thing else you runnin' your teeth, I
jam the barrel of my jammie through the front of your teeth, and squeeze, suicide, fuckin'
with thieves, H -O -G's, it's G, we close down shop, and go bananas, each and every tough
guy, psych, flip, literally vanish, uh, now that's the sound of the panic alarm, we watch
the front lines heavily armed, with our arms cocked and ready, livin' on the deli bus with
a steady hand, plus my n***a G to say, you n****s can't, fuck around and get sand, man,
with gun in your head and one in your gland, and ten in your chest, one in your man, a natural
actor, can't fit his pen, hell yeah, y 'all make me nervous, just the same old clowns
with a different surface, I'm nervous, n****s keep playin' fast and surf, wave beneath the
surf, somebody hold me back before I hurt, n***a, burp this n***a, jerk this n***a, fuckin'
jag off, and get lost or get off, my sign's off for the P .S., I lick shots through the
left side of your chest, so I suggest that you invest in a bet, it's all limited, it's
all in a day's work.
