ok who must i rip to shreds
i know it has to be carlos barett
boy you aint got no fans
"pop pop and then you ran"
dog calm down it was just pop corn
man your rhymes were better when you were born
when your mamas pussy was torn
you aint from this so called sugarland
your with michael from neverland
you and michael went and got better than
friends you slept in the same bed
i bet he left your asshoole burning red