Letras
Oh, MC Bobby, what is going on
Gonna bring it back to the time
When I just begun doin' this rap shit up in the four run
Type of shit that would always make them whores run
Sorry, Lina, whore's pretty fun to say
Didn't mean to put a damn damper on your day
Tell your hippies to back up, cause Santa's on the case
You know he's always slappin' the bass
One step closer, he'll be smackin' your face
Willard walks in with some wings on his plate
Smashed as usual, smellin' like a skunk up in this place
Security says, excuse me, sir, he says, wait
Continues to play, my tape proceeds to hit the vape
Then says, pardon my take, dashes quick
Scooped by Scirto in the Ford Escape
And lights up a big fat J
And I'm in the backseat yellin' out, let's get baked
Well, everyone in Scranton is talking about it
Something smells like weed in that back part of the library
No one has located the source of the weed smell
But witnesses say that it seems to come from that area of the library
Behind the computer desk, between the magazine rack, and around the couch