Homeboy Sandman, PackFM - Bonkers lyrics

Outta the park sleepin' under the pike
I'm not afraid of the dark
I'm afraid of the light
Seen a lot of the bark not a lot of the bite
Swam a lot of the sharks
Stepped in a lot of the shite
Stole a lot of the shows
Spawned a lot of the clones
Shouted lotta "hoooooo's"
Counted lotta the crows
Spent a lot of the gross
Groped a lotta the cones
Coxed a lot of Nicole's outta clothes
I cracked a lot of code in the machine
Tricks all in my sleeves
Tricks all in your screen
Which ones to believe? Which ones to delete?
Each one you receive is
Screened by the regime well versed in deceit
Even ones that you buy
Better keep your receipt
Love chicks that's petite
Love chicks that's obese
Love chicks in between most talkin' is cheap
My talkin' is cheese chang chang

Shut uppa ju face sandy breath of butane
I done been through a lot
Of shit like Andy Dufresne
Won't see capital H, front for capitol gain
Into vaginal space international dames
Tryna rule over Sand
You ain't Saddam Hussein
Get anybody that's Mad-
Rid like capital of Spain
Peep the jack on my waist
Peep the jack of all trades
Keep from jackals and snakes
Keep from shackles and chains
Blow out candles on cakes
Get your campus OK'd
Super Sand your showcase
Rappers panicking rapido once my cameo made
Don't get carried away
Y'all don't carry no weight
Y'all are karaoke every moment some dame
At my pantalones
Tryin' to feed me some grapes
Tryin' to feed me some game
Tryin' to get some jewelry engraved
Tryin' to get me engaged
When it come to matrimony yo no hablo ingles

Yo peep it la di da di
We like to party but don't start trouble
Cause we know karate
So please, foes don't try me
My peoples are grimy
For C-Notes we'll probably beat up your mommy
Put these jokes aside we broke societies
Codes, rules and laws and guidelines entirely
But yo peep the irony
All this inspire me to kill it
And still yet I keep hope alive
See we don't stop till we
Get, get it? got it, good
I evolved the rhyme schemes that
Did a lot of good
If you ain't with the times
I recommend you prolly should
Cause you know I go for mine
From the hood to Hollywood
To my peeps under the steps
Don't speak under your breath
We let the world know what
We plan to be doin'
Because sleep is the cousin of death
So pay attention or get an
Invitation to a family reunion c'mon