Hoarse

Gorgeous chrome-plated horse whip

Home, making paintings for poor quality porn flicks

Court adjourned and the verdict's still saucy

Sack swinging like Dub-D40 on a door hinge

Good lord, walk light like the floor slick

Look bored, hoard all mics in a force grip

Pro-abortion endorsing his own importance

Or leaving opponents floating with paper and dirty porcelain

Pinnacle of titillating crisp spit

Fist clinched emulating '68 Olympics

Rock it from the cradle 'til he middle aged and limp-sticked

Coughing from the stable probably indicating spliff's lit

Dismissed, feel it in that saturated cranium

Heavy as insurance off a spanking new laser gun

Crazy heart, hazy lung, making art, raking funds

Crowd going dumb like Palin's son, uh

And it always follows Autumn

No home for the weak

No insurance for your pride

Jive

Jive

And it always follows Autumn

I sit in thought 'til the flow is right

Then throw some D on all available open mics

Smoke it right proposing these niggas over wipe

More because I normally toilet bowl with a broken pipe

The former soloist who flow was sick

The token sober kid stressed so the role was switched

Four Lokos down the hole and a loaded spliff

And who was useless as a broken wrist when tryna open shit

Nigga cold is what you need to keep the poultry in

Resulting in me rolling slick as bottom of the bowling kicks

Early man, you posers know me as the troll throwing

Moldy donut holes at your grody hoe from his cronies' whip

Eating like the kids when you take 'em off Ritalin

Throwing temper tantrums at the window of your whip again

Sweeping up the glass to use it as a garnish over tracks

Damaged like the leg he limping to the barn with Chickenshits

Temper 'bout as thick as tips of pencils is, missiles to the picket fence

Who spit as good finger-lickin' bitch bet, it's 36 fish

netted like the hook was inefficient

And it always follows Autumn

No home for the weak

No insurance for your pride

Jive

Jive

It always follows Autumn