Nigger coochie pussy

I'll blow up into smithereens,
And spew my tiny symphony.
All up and down a city street
While tryna put my mind at ease
Like finishing this melody
This feels like a necessity
So this could be the death of me
Or maybe just a better me
Now come in with the timpani and take a shot of Henessy
I know I'm not there mentally but you could be the remedy
So
Let me play
My violin
For you