Please Lord forgive him, you know he got that thug in him/We lust for alcohol and we love women/And ain’t nobody gave us nothin’, so we drug dealin’/You know we coppin’ Louie loafers just to thug in ’em
Even with the help of the holy spirit, there’s an undefinable element that lingers, making every word come across as a sell like he’s the rap equivalent of a used car salesman. It’s slightly more coherent than others, which is just as bad in that it reveals just how much a dunderhead he really is.