Ruh-Ruh-Ruh-Ricochet Habit

Don’t look under your shirt.

Don’t look into your shoes.

Who’s that wrecking your shit?

Sure as hell ain’t you!

Is it?

Gettin’ creamed on a crosswalk.

Tossed off of your boss hog.

Fused vertebrae my god.

Pally those roads got traps.

Who damn trappin’?!

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.