yo i be ready to die child
getting buck wild
spittin' out shit makin all the bitches smile
they see me on the street and do anything
to get.. aw fuck it homie, ya know what i mean
well that aint the end of this shit right here
i got sum more shit for you fools this year
i heard a fake ass motherfuckn mc
who said he's iller than me
beeyotch, cum to me i'll slap thee!
many of you may say my rap is the past
for those who say that kiss my ass!!
hey and for all of you who think im a cracka,
let me tell u sumthing at least im a skilled rappa!
i aint even talkin to you fucks no more
id rather pay a billion dollaz to fuck an ugly whore!
hey yo i be yellin ratta tat tat
like i was snoop and dre
so dont play
playaz play and hatas hate
but i aint no hata im a tru playa
gettin all the hoes and collectin dough
or paper bring yer girl to me and ill rape her
i be watchin tv turnin on abc then to nbc
but the shows were sucky
and i was shit outta luck... y is what i am with the girls
i make them my world
and i make them purr
like they they was kittens
and i aint bullshittin
if i see a false contract, i rip it
and thats it! or to be continued?
cause all the rhymes you say sound used
you homos sound like you doing some polka
or you sound stretched like yoga
bear and boo boo
and fuck you
im the best whitey in the fucking city
and fuck p diddy
or puffy whatever the hell his name is
hes changed it so much i cant take it
and i betcha a million fuckin dollaz im a better rapper
even for a cracker
yer rhymes sound cheap
like you got them from a canary
cause yer all cheap!
and scary...
ass brothas on sum chronic
bionic
or gin and tonic
whyd you even get on it?
it just fucked up yer skillz!
i hope you od on pillz!
purple ones like m and d12
and die and go to hell
and then ill ring a bell
to celebrate your death
and then i take a breath
to clear my throat
