MISTA MISTA


CLEF: Mista Mista, Can I Get Five Dollars, So I Can Get Something To Eat


HELL NO MF, You Can't Get No Money From Me


Cause Every Time I Give You A Dollar


You Go Get Shot Up With More And More Needles


And You Tell Me That You're Drug Free


Drug Free Mista Mista, I Haven't Ate Anything For A Week


Can I Get A Quarter? HELL NO MF, What Can A Quarter Get You?


Nothing Mf, You Are Just Fucked Up


Off Them Fucked Up Drugs, You Know You Need To Leave Alone


But You Keep Telling Me That You're Drug Free


MF, You Ain't Drug Free, You're A Fiend


And Every Time I Try To Help You


You Pretend As If It's Okay


Then Later On In The Week


You Go Back To Shootin' Needles, To Sniffin', Oh Mf, But You Told Me You Were


DRUG FREE DRUG FREE


You Ain't Drug Free Mf


So You Damn Well, Can't Get No Mfin' Money From Me.


We're Permanent One Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichi Bang, Listen Mrs. Tin


Can I'm Your Candy Handy


And My Memoir Be


Reminding Me Of Eating


Calamari In The Khalahari With A Band Of Rhastafari.