fuck-a cover of rolling stone... i'd rather be sittin at home...
all alone in my underwear... yes: tha chest hair is shown...
i don't give a rapid fire guess as to wat a vest is for...
perhaps to protect a bitch's back when she on tha floor...
cause i got no need for beds... i'd rather sex on tables instead...
just no breakin them... or u can expect ur pussy to be dead...
walkin wit snot comin out my nose and nobody knows...
that wat actually shows is not mucus: it's night worms wit no glow...
EATIN MY CHEERIO'S, in Idaho, I don't know Ms. Ohio...
i was high ho so just leave me tha fuck alone...
a freestyle grammer is just flatter than this nailed hammer...
bails from slammer is harder when ur words r a stammer...
shame shame on tha game for realizin my name...
after this flow i'm sure everbody will relize i'm insane...
i shot my brain cause it talked too much... and played music...
in my ear... wat i hear... is 50 and Tupac shootin....
but i'm used to it: hear it in my dreams when i see tha G's...
made from stars... I'm always seein tha dreamteam...
damn this shit that i hit was good but could u...
get me some tomato juice... and u need some too...

__________________
<marquee>?</marquee>