LeftHandLead
[08] Mercenary
Saying I dumped body parts!!
On the real fam... Bout 7 this morning, somebody come banging on the door... ***Thump Thump Thump***... "Come out Robert, you're charged with 1st degree murder!!" I look out the window and it was 4 big undercover detectives wearing suits. My heart was racing mad fast trying to think of an exit, but I had nowhere to go. I open the door and one of them fools immediately slams me on the ground talking bout don't move and shit... Then they cuffed me and threw me in the car. I kept asking what I did, but they just told me if I ain't shut up, they'd take me to a warehouse and give me the Rodney King part 2 and kill me.
The cop they sat me next too in the back was a fuggin beastly neanderthal of a man.. Son looked like Nicolay Valuev and shit. His teeth was mad coffee stain brown and his breath smelled like he been munching on garlic sandwiches all day and chain smoking blunts.. He kept leaning close to me, talking bout... "We finally got you.. BOYY.. " Dude even drooled on me once! Nastiest ish ever! It was like a funky chocolate milk stain on my shirt yo.
So they finally take me to a spot I knew around 115th street, and then this lady comes up to the car saying I was the one that dumped the bag behind her house and she had been smelling a very foul odor ever since. They walk me out back, and I'm thinking mad hard like WTF is going on? Then all of a sudden, it hit me... I was drunk a few nights earlier and remember coming here..
The captain lifts the bag up with a metal pole and dumps the contents out... I immediately start laughing, cause it was Yashodhara's moms draws I threw back there to hide from my wife.. Them joints had mad holes and a big hershey stain on em. Cops looked at each other like WTF? The one gieco caveman cop just looks at me with a blank stare and says.. "Get the fugg out of here before I kill you!" then he called me the N word.. I took off as fast as I could yo.
I almost got caught up over some nookie that wasn't even worth it!
On the real fam... Bout 7 this morning, somebody come banging on the door... ***Thump Thump Thump***... "Come out Robert, you're charged with 1st degree murder!!" I look out the window and it was 4 big undercover detectives wearing suits. My heart was racing mad fast trying to think of an exit, but I had nowhere to go. I open the door and one of them fools immediately slams me on the ground talking bout don't move and shit... Then they cuffed me and threw me in the car. I kept asking what I did, but they just told me if I ain't shut up, they'd take me to a warehouse and give me the Rodney King part 2 and kill me.
The cop they sat me next too in the back was a fuggin beastly neanderthal of a man.. Son looked like Nicolay Valuev and shit. His teeth was mad coffee stain brown and his breath smelled like he been munching on garlic sandwiches all day and chain smoking blunts.. He kept leaning close to me, talking bout... "We finally got you.. BOYY.. " Dude even drooled on me once! Nastiest ish ever! It was like a funky chocolate milk stain on my shirt yo.
So they finally take me to a spot I knew around 115th street, and then this lady comes up to the car saying I was the one that dumped the bag behind her house and she had been smelling a very foul odor ever since. They walk me out back, and I'm thinking mad hard like WTF is going on? Then all of a sudden, it hit me... I was drunk a few nights earlier and remember coming here..
The captain lifts the bag up with a metal pole and dumps the contents out... I immediately start laughing, cause it was Yashodhara's moms draws I threw back there to hide from my wife.. Them joints had mad holes and a big hershey stain on em. Cops looked at each other like WTF? The one gieco caveman cop just looks at me with a blank stare and says.. "Get the fugg out of here before I kill you!" then he called me the N word.. I took off as fast as I could yo.
I almost got caught up over some nookie that wasn't even worth it!