You've been stuck in this block for two or three (haha)
Years at this point, dumbass, can't you see (you're stupid)?
Need a good plan if you wanna leave the clink, stay locked up in the clink
If you stay a moron, it's better to use your brains

Why should you use your brains? No way that you don't know
When you're in the biggest damn house, they say "Hell no"
If you keep on showin' your pissed and show no regrets
'Bout the multiple crimes you sure did
In the way that means when you're out, back in your old hood
Back to gunnin' and knockoff Steam Deck runnin'
I have to tell you what sense tells me, homie:
Just lose the "sneak contraband in all the time", that's all kinds of stupid
It's so damn silly, you know they always watch us now?
They're hopin' that you'll change, turn your life around
And that just ain't comin' with the way you hide dope
Whatever you're stuffin' in your private holes, bro
Cut all of that out or you'll rot, that's no joke
If you want to go? All that must go
You piss and you moan that they're sayin' "No"
Man, I know that somethin' else is stuffed up your hole and it's your skull, you dope

You need to stop doin' things that always gut your shot at parole
Keep sayin' that the higher-ups are full of shit
I say they might have a point, a little bit
You need to stop doin' things that always gut your shot at parole
Keep claimin' that they hate you for no reason, twit
I think you might need to just reflect a bit

And then what hurts me real dirty is the way that you act jerky, a real ass
Start co-existin', please, what's with the bitchin'
Right in the face of the guards? You great dope
Pain when I hear 'bout those scenes, more than two
Raisin' a stink because "just because"
"You're an asshole" is the reason, let's not
Dance around that fact, it's a no-brainer
Do you think that you're on top when I must restrain ya (word) from
Knockin' in their heads because they look "shifty"? Makes no sense
Sense drought is your problem, your thoughts, need to stop 'em
That the way to get out quicker is "find person and thump 'em"
You're surprised that the board always scoffs? Ain't nonsense
A clear A-to-B process anyone could follow:
The belligerent dipshits will all stay locked up
Always come to me bitchin' that you should be pardoned
They can't see your regret when you keep sayin' you'll harm 'em, you dope

You need to stop doin' things that always gut your shot at parole
Keep sayin' you only threatened "a little bit"
You've "toned it down", knuckles "just a little red"
You need to stop doin' things that always gut your shot at parole
Keep claimin' that you really hate this prison shit
Then turn around, show 'em that you're meanin' it

Man, I friggin' told you "lay low" when doin' crime
What did you do? You streamed it live
I guess it tracks that you'd pull this
And re-enact your too confident bullshit
But look upon me, I've got no stress
Not just because of where I rest
The outside is calmin' but I'm not stoppin'
Doin' stuff that should get me locked up
But I do my best to not start drama
That results in wearin' those orange pyjamas
Even in the case I'm caught, I'm calmly
Eatin' my slop, tastes of dead collies
And that's how they're lettin' me off, "won't harm nobody"
Their exact words, still never expectin'
I've tricked 'em 'cause they're dopes so just listen to me
You can leave pretty easy, just work on subtlety, please

You need to stop doin' things that always gut your shot at parole
I'm sayin' you can get away with lots of shit
If you tone down the "how" and not "what", you twit
You need to stop doin' things that always gut your shot at parole
Keep claimin' that no-one could get hang of it
Look at me now, which glass side do I now sit?