This my streets
A corner of two
Where one goes thap way
And one go anothle
And here I rules
Hobo Gob of the Streeps
And I will tape no shit from no one
On my cornle of the world!
You can put neckle in my tin cut
I'm even tape penny too
Cauz all the money mime
Ant I will bring it too me
An if you doesn't gib me nicklin,
I will murdle you whem you leest perspect it
I will creap up behine you
And punk you rife in the the potatoh!
I wil thunk you in you dingle punkin,
somofabish!
I kik you rife in the turtlez
And mape you screen!
Cauz I am Gob of all Gorrilahz!
Cole at night the win blows
Wrap all up in myselfs
Breen the outsides into safe
And close my eyes over my hole body
To sleep insight my own head
Where nobody sing but me
My song of yeserday gone
Tomorroe never show
Here insign my head
Wif the goasts
An a swallow of hot life
On my breaf
Fin.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
