You know, i'm CounTREE, so like the old west, I could make you famous,/
So when you come at the greatest they'll all remember what your name is./
It's nope, cause you can't cope that my style strictly sounds dope./
And the shit you wrote got your takin' career here swiftly downslope./
I know it's hard to believe that you were even concieved,/
But your momz secret garden, I planted that seed./
To bad you didn't get none of your daddy's good skillz./
Now you can never use this mc thing to pay the billz./
I shoulda said that's not mine in the begging and neva had contact again,/
I always said i'd disown my son if he grew up to like men./
So now i'll be like everyone else, cause nigga i don't know you./
But if you still wanna know how to be an mc, nigga let me show you./

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