Old hags all grip to my draws
Clamped to the [?] quite natural [?]
Swamp hazards [?]
But I'm deep, too deep [?]
And tantrum's lifting, since frankly that mister
Poop ain't [?] don't love me at all
Hug, never shed whether tears and they fall
We don't [?] much [?] with gap in the laws

Shhyeah, see I break them thangs
Hard as a [?] over [?] chains
Bald like a head full of [?] things
That I just found out in my [?]
See I dropped out [?]
'Cause I don't them yo, bite them toes
Ride with a couple o' poetry noses
See I do these poses

'Cause Kow moves [?] like a [?] with moses
Kow [?] like I catch a toast with
Old Kow [?] when he was on no bad
Kow been [?] from the [?] of life back
Back in the tent with the [?]
Down in the deep, no cellular ranger
Found many sheep, no hounds [?]
[?] never cause much danger
To me that is
I be who I be to you lovely kids, uh
To me that is
I be who I be to you lovely kids, uh
To me that is
I be who I be to you lovely kids, uh
To me yeah