My rhymes are radical. They are fat. They are raps that some saps just can't handle give me a candle and peace of paper and lets write a rhyme and make it sound like a crime now back off before I send my hound dog on your ass aite frog. I think I should just choke you and stick a fork up your ass. Or get Larry on your hairy ass send Taz right along with him. You wanna write with me you wanna be my pen pal well pal I should push you and watch you fall down the well but make sure you put me in your will first. I am fast back off before you have to wear a cast because I sent outkast on your lazy ass. I got mad rhymes they hurt so much I think they make you sad you fag. Now Killaz don't play he killz now back the fuck off or I hack ya up. Trust me I would slash you up in a flash. Now I don't wanna have a clash with you but if you keep getting in my way ill have to hunt you down and cut you up. Like I do to my steak. Ight homes I am out ill see ya laterz hoez. .
