Stick'em Up

I be riding through town looking like a buck fifty
Still got love for the humans that be fucking with me
Feeling like I got to take advantage of the bricks that hit me
Three little piggies you can miss me like Mississippi
A bunch of hippy dippies hippy flipping I like my acid trippy
Switching into spiffy wolf clothing like your grandmas missing
Rolling up some critical hitting these individuals
Keep the flow hysterical while I’m spitting these lyricals
I don’t believe in god, I don’t believe in miracles
I don’t believe we earned the right to harvest these materials
Sleeping in the cut killing all this cereal
Serial killers out hunting down the cheerios
Me I sit back bumping lines through the stereo
And try to rearrange all the lies they been feeding y’all
All these imperials make me all delirious
Looking at the stars gonna relocate to Sirius
Looking for the next task paying great
When we used to go around the world in 80 days
And the harvest was bountiful making hay
Trying to stick around and stake my claim