Y'all get crimey crimey, grimy grimy. But those with a tiny hiney thay get whiny whiny

I wouldn't call and tell anybody on him, but I'd probably move. But I'm not gonna call and be like, 'The serial killer's in 4E.'

Literature is a cake with many toys baked inside--and even if you find them all, if you don't enjoy the path that leads you to them, it will be a hollow accomplishment.

I represent where them killers at 145th and Broadway you get your head cracked

My grandfather got me mad and I peed inside his orange juice and asked him if it's tangy.

I live in a zoo I run scandals with savages

I jerk off 'til I bust blood.