yo nigga,we coo,jus fuckn' round,check it

damn dawg,y yo name country//
u must be from texas w/ yo fuckin pops hunt-ing//
u play ball like nelly,but u jus start bunt-ing//
thats some stupid shit dawg,i think u funny//
yo whole life ya prob. had ya ass pampered//
i waz runnin w/ a clik in da hood when u waz prob. still in pampers//
u faded on da mic,need 2 see da light?here a fuckin lantern//
nigga u kno dat i cant burn//
but i smoke weed n den watch da plant burn//
i done got ya mumz,now it ya aunts turn//
then its yo sista n cousine up in yo fuckin camp-er//
wat dont u get bout i lead dis prime//
niggaz kno me all around da world,i aint even try 2 shyne//
all i kno is i aint got time//
so now u spit yo fuckin cornyass lines//

nah jus playin/i aint dropped da mic yet//
i waz carjackin niggaz when u aint even rode a bike yet//
dis aint BET but i be givin u a mic check//
i set out da bate 2 see if u would bite yet//
nigga sit down yo rhymes is wack//
u sittin n chillin,sublime w/ crack//
i guess it aint yo fault u waz born a crack baby//
n it aint my fault dat u fuckin smack ladies//
all i kno is u got issues dawg//
now i finna spray gat n i wont fuckin miss u dawg