(Taking a Dump in) Lloyd Banks' Bathroom

I crashed Lloyd Banks’ studio session, spraying his poopourri Dropped it heavy, so heavy dude needed him a new latrine Tipped the bleach over and spilled on his bath mat Looking like a Kwame tribute to hazmat I’m not paying for it, I did a dump and dash Even had the fancy soap, hands caught a pumpkin splash Staying sober, far from any drunken act Blacking out and doing dumb, where’s the fun in that Didn’t seal the deal in usual ways Ran out of toilet paper, had to use the bidet Monogrammed towels, super slickest array Pretty sure it read Motel 6 on the braid The sequined shower curtain started to move up Revealing Lloyd recording with his phone on a loofah He said dude what are you doing up my bathroom I threw a G-Unit bar of soap at him and dashed smooth He got up fast but slipped, grabbed my leg and held fast I kicked myself loose but my rhyme book it fell, crash I’m not the type to be sentimental, but still You’ll probably hear some raps of mine from diamonds and grills The ghostwriting that I’m never getting credit for felt about ten pounds lighter when I hit the door Heard him screaming, talking ‘bout some reindeer I grabbed the milk and cookies on my way I’m safe, here Snatched a couple stockings, looking like some dope socks Extra fresh, sockonomic posit soul floss