yo i may be white but in my heart im as black as night u i wanna fight
ya mommas hole be sooo tightit give me a fright to take her up the shite pipe she a fucking dyke you cant ride a tryke after i shoot ya knees u be begging for plz u cant afford chedder cheese.i stick a grenade down your throat use your fore skin to make a trench coat.i write a ryme be finished on time unlike u u sit drinking gin lemon and lime till u drunk coz u cant afford skunk u really should be a punk coz this rap shit dont suit u leave before i boot u like a ball i got more flow than biggie small u i stand tall u dont stan atall coz ure scared and ure hearing is impaired like an old man u got no future plan so i end your and kill u like stan