YALL THINK YALL CAN FUK WIT ME LIKE RICK ROSS, GET THAT PEN N PAPER AND IM SHOW U WHO THE BOOS BEFORE YA a** GET TOSS

boo wicka boo wicka shoobide doo boo rickity boo smickidy doo lickity you smell!

more scat but w;e!

alright then

if u say to me that i dont know wat im doin, they your a** must a been in tha house screwing

niggas get scare when they see me, it make me wonder if they really wanna be me

im posted on tha block like a motherf***ing stop sign, niggas get scare when i come out cause they know wat tha deal cause i might punch em in tha face and show dem who i is before they end up like Biz markie

it sounds like poetry but less romantic

You must of misunderstood when you heard only god can judge, i'll give you the death penalty execution style only with the nine, but phonie homie im still rockin the black hood, you say i bet you could we say we bet we would, keep missin you catch you girl at the salon or visit you mommas hood. yh we got straps to god of war you could say im the son off zues, two niggas equals 4 macs aimin at you so if you pussy you'll get eight like four times two, you could be the next murder mistry let me give you a clue, if pussies need f***in then pussy is you, notice how the last word always end in eww what im sayin is like goo homie your rymes are eww my rhymes stick in your head like permo glue, if i give you an inch dont take a yard you might see me in your yard call me popeye boi i got big arms.

your rhymes are washed up like the aftermath of a sunami, you barmey thinkin you can take me you and who's army, i be as nasty as nas be, grew up a f***in screw up like biggie, my rhymes paint a picture the blindest could see,

damn i hate being white