In Weed, CA
By Mount Shasta verily
In the day,
By the way,
What kind of HIGH ENERGY
Came and went,
Actually,
The Mountains say,
Go away
Verily
Rather Acutely
Do you understand,
Hotel man
Or motel again
Whatever we can
Do to be inn
Hopefully not
The inn will not do
These are priorities
Categories of places that we
Do need to say
Are part of the true concept hierarchy
In the day, in the morning
Women will be
Looking like homeless
Except basically
Looking at me
From the inside of a hotel room basically
All of the attention momentarily
On the vehicle from New Jersey
Do you understand?
I am in California land
I have a sticker again
Because I pulled over in Texas they say
Because “you fit the profile of a drug trafficker” they say
How’s that?
Come again?
Texas, yea, West Texas, cop, need not apply,
What the fuck is their problem, I am telling you why,
Because you were in California thereby
And say out loud verily
Ya, I been to California once or twice
So search of the car while waiting within
So Texas cop patrol, entirely unnecessary, out of control
“56 in a 55”
“Too much time in the left lane“
Which one was that? You dipshit, I say, internally, every dipshit has a day, like,
Search with dog, drug trafficker must be,
A bit more difficult to profile in Texas formally
Because they don’t do cop very well actually
So dog town drives through the dump field they do
Of probably heavy GMO shit for brains
Kind of agriculture insane
Likeness to California true,
Interesting note, this cop there in Texas got a CPU
In the vehicle to,
Say, you been to Michigan boy?
Yea, as it say on your screen verily,
Picked up 3 spots Nationwide
Being followed on a bridge to the Upper Peninsula
Like the toll camera registered in this database
Why not more than 3 places?
I’ve been all over
Every single way,
Except for maybe one or two,
In New Mexico basically,
Ok,
So, the cops let me go,
Because “drug traffick” man is laughable again,
Guess what though?
I went to Weed, CA,
Is that enough on the day?
I didn’t even get any weed by the way
Maybe next time they say,
Ok,
Ya, so NJ plate vehicle
Cop then pull,
Advice to driver through
Say cruise control the way I drive
Usually right on the dot 55
Like take no chances in cop hell countryside
All they do is bullshit and provide
Uncomfortable evening ride,
You understand?
Don’t ever pull me over again
Or you will not have a good time,
Cop line, yea, big trafficker came through
As they’re dying of fentanyl in Austin right through
All the big boy counties in Texas gonna be
Trafficking drugs all fuckin’ day
This is the point of this anomaly,
So on the subsequent movement out of Texas basically, think to adopt sticker category
To offset NJ plate casuistry
Do not step on snek
You understand?
Revolutionary War flag land,
So in CA
Sticker man had a day
Where it goes the other way,
You understand
You attract them either way
Good old boys
Good old boys
Lay they hands on man
We say hanged until dead
By the Law of the Land
For this lawless band
Of things called cops
We don’t need them all
We law enforcement for all
Not just crooked cop academy
Selected for most stupidity
Even worse in where exactly?
cop reform, a good platform,
Hey, Hey,
Two CA females in the way,
They looking for a ride,
Or maybe to,
Stalk, maim, rob anybody who,
As hoemaggedon is upon us today
Heavy, heavy, heavy energy
Of stupid ass democrat woman category
Gonna’ resist all decency
And formally be
Organized crime entity
The hoe would be
Like a prostitute basically
Except any exchange is not really
Required in full, or whatever they pull,
They are very lowly creatures as well
Money or property, drugs or the position among the
Little vicinage stasi brigades
All upon tv, fake news entities
Nice to see, when women vote properly,
You understand?
The other way with women is very ugly right now,
Sex is for reproduction
Abortion is murder
Your eternal soul is on the line
Do not mistake the time
Very apocalyptic kind
When pornography is woman’s idea
Of behaviors that do
What men come through
For all life
Men do not care
At all and beware
Of loose women out there,
cops as well,
Who the women work for we tell,
Glasses down,
Dust coming around
The Mountain hath forewarned
And I out of town.
ENHAKKORE 