check it out i’m in the house like carpet

check it out i’m in the house like carpet and if there’s too many heads in my blunt I won’t spark it i’ll put it in my pocket and save it like rocket fuel ’til everybody’s gone and it’s cool then I spark it up with my brother his momma named him mo, but I call him mo’ lover and he’s more than a cover, he’s a quilt we’re putting shit together like that house that john built on the hill, ’cause this shit’s gonna feel like velvet, turtle my style fits tighter than a girdle if ya hate it then you can just leavе it, like beaver but in a day or two i’ll makе you a true believer in me ’cause like the alphabet you’ll see that ’ism kicks a rhyme, not your everyday soliloquy like chef boyardee, my rhyme is truly cookin’ peace to matty rich ’cause he’s straight out of brooklyn, new york I don’t eat pork or swine when I dine I drink a cup of kool-aid, not a big glass of wine or a he