Now tell me show you a little something before I go to bed.
Let me show you your mediocre tracks that are as good as the next rapper and don't entitle you to getting anywhere close to succeeding in the 'rap world'.
Let me also show you that not all people's minds revolve around rap. This is basically a place where I can elevate and guess what, I have a lot more chance of becoming a published poet then you do of becoming a real rapper. Wait, I'm almost pretty much there, holy shit, and I'm thirteen. Let's think about that, bitch.
Let me show you something else: Fluffy called, and he has your address. So what now?
