Oh shit here it goes.
'Bout to fake you out.
Loc'd out, plus smoked out.
I'ma fuckin' faggot with no life.
I can't rap so I beat my wife.
And it's real.
That's 'cause I've got no talent.
So I have to fake you out with another ballet.
Like I'm real, fool. Southside crip.
All them white peeps beat me witha-whip.
'Cause I'm gay.
I love the company of men.
I roll around in a rip-off benz.
So bitch, shut it.
Get off my shit.
If you don't like it, suck my dick.
I'm real. Freal.
Just Don't fuck. (Fuck.)
'Cause I'm real. x 4
So they kickin' it on my block,
and I wish I could slang rock.
But them real niggaz like Lynch
all uh-pin' my shit.
'Cause I'm fake
For gods' sake.
Gimmie a rake.
Maybe I can make an honest livin'
Working for a little shake.
Talkin' fake.
So kill me.
And all you people out there
Mill me.
Gimmie a mill so I can be tyte
Tyte like that nigga Drowzy-right?
So I'ma kick like the little fag I am
Like sam-I-am
Luda can suck my nut.
'Cause I'ma queer
Takin' it up my rear
It's that loc chingy
Tryin' to kick it with a 40
But I'm bor-heeng.
Waitin' for some made-blingy.
