aight... yo...

why should I call u mr. when u don't even spit tight
u probably never wrote shit in ya whole life/
like pizza in a burger king kid u in the wrong place
go get da copz cuz u'll vanish without a trace/
like a blood stain bein washed away u will fade
came up like u hard but walk in shame cuz u'll fail/
like a fuckin ant 'mr' will get trampled
u won't even know what actually really happened/
cuz u only in this game for the show u know
pluz ya walk talk and clothez it iz all for show/
u can't do it even though it was shown
cuz ya shit iz still wack and mine iz like 'whoa'/

pz.