So Rad that Thad aint Dad

Thad, I'm glad you aint my dad.
but so mad you are knee deep in tea.

You must quit the spit in the tea that you pick or
you will get a licking for being wired on coco leaf chew.

Jefe, hes a mean Jefe, as mean as a donkey on rye brew,
and Ive seen him shove chamomile leaf in its own boiling steep
in a man to make orifice stew.

Thad, cmon boy. chewing on coco leaves is not new.
get yourself a necklace spittoon and chew while gathering Chai fronds under the moon.

I know its no lie, i aint your boiy because Ma say i was born by a Earl who was Grey.
Maybe someday that woman you laid will speak of the boy that you made.

But rumor has it today that a year back in May,
Jefe enslaved your boys tea sac sans dong,
for infusing cups of Lapsang Souchong.

Lets hope that's the case as tea bagging feels ace.
Much better than being the boy who does so wrong,
by opening himself for Jefe's tea ball of Oolong.