I empty my cup to let it over flow
I'm full of shit a half wit n I do know!
I'm a prick asshole n a dick, shit my ass smells like roses
My bud, the dopest, my butt, has thorns so don't get close to it
I know my shit stinks I just didn't know how good
I get a petrified wood lookin at ya darlin
It's instinct! don't ask why I look at you snarlin'
It's hard on a can't describe um it's argueing
To yet take place in between my poem marketing