I guess 'that's too much sauce'.
Keep saying you can't hear me,
O blast! That's too much noise!
Bugs feel racist, 'Black beetle',
Man, where is the 'Plan B tool'?
Rae, she's mad, call the weevil,
Dialed it wrong, rang the devil!
Dang it, 'Look what you've done!'
Why carry a cross, are you a nun?
What is tomorrow? The weekend!
Saturday's fine, Sunday's wicked.
Cents earned, were, I think, Fifty,
The Nine bullet shots, that's nifty!
And that makes our boy a gangsta,
If lit by a gang, that is a 'gang star'.