Look my mind in rotation while you blind on probation
Write tender crap an offender of rap so change location
Walk around filthy and founded guilty of a rhyme crime
Need a wild trial my child to redeem yourself sign of the times
You talk gay and walk astray in a tight skirt so your night work
Unacceptable not a thug clever get love letters from men you jerk
Standing on a street corner looking for a meat donor yall be alert
He has the plan of a fag talking about handbags come on you sissy
Whiskey on your breath risky and not deft your brains are twisty
A whack fatality and lack originality so like an actress need
To practice quoting from books you promoting hooks indeed
That sounds wrong your girl in a brown throng so I proceed
To throw cock around your home laying her down strong