what i want to do!
 

keeping thugs in line, with intellect and a hint of rhyme.
will please be quiet, you can rap, but its my turn to shine.
i can get my freak on too, just watch me swing those hips.
and disarm those malicous e-thugs and their fake grips.
my fathers a lawyer, and my god, can he hold it down for the law.
when duh-brains getting slaughtered, i still have a hunger for more.
demolishing all thats degrading, enlightening the hunnys with charm.
because i don't have beef, like cows not existing on a agricultural farm.

uh, close this.