Thursday... February 3rd.
Chea G-Unit
Got Up Late... almost too late for schoo'...
Forgot my currency... didn't get my mt. dew...
So I'm all up in this... reppin' wit my crew...
Some homie run up I'm like wut u want foo'...
Capped that crack head... now I'm wanted for manslaughter...
So I'm doin' herion in the basement of the house of Chris Carter...
Just got a call from my girl... About to be a father...
I just hope Da Vinci's dad doesn't find about me & his daughter...
I went to school screamin' Tuh-tuh-tuh-The Council!!!!
Like a G-unit thug I was think of a rhyme for The Council...
I even went to rhymezone.com for a rhyme for The Council...
hol' up... wait... tick tick... wow... Counsel rhymes with The Council...
So there I was in Sociology... snappin' rubberbands at kats...
Bell rings then to 2nd hour Team sports--Badmittin--Smash that...
College English in the hour of three homie g doin' a play I laugh at...
It's funny but not as funny as 4th hour College PE... Ask Matt...
I will drop more seriosly in the future...