i'm from vallejo california, land of the homa-
sides lost lives, ballatics and drama,
over supersize thumpas, youngin'll harm ya,
watch out for that boy in the hoodie mayne, he a monster,
light a sucker up, fried buster like chimichongas,
somebody come scoop his ass up, call a coroner,
i guess that's the way that we bred
chimical babies misled,
it's spooky out here in the yay,
these goblins will get on your head
these thundacats mannish man they ain't scared to be deceased
they always cover up they ears when i'm yellin an holler out peace
they goin through they cranky stressed out an tense
they starvin they hungry they eatin soup with chop sticks
plus its a shortage on yurple, an it's a drought on them bricks
so him decide to go do a kick door and pulla few licks
some of them parents on drugs
some of them never been loved
some of them wanna be thugs
some of them jus need a hug
my take...