Damn scanz was your shit planned
you sound madd like the killer in summer of sam
its to bad you live by the river inside a beat up van
using your hands to eat liver cuz you cant afford spam
fanned by your farts your dinner is half a pop tart
dissing you is a work of art -helping you is getting your van to start
since im not helping let me stop, your sisters whelping her
cherries popped, ciggerete tobacco is your cash crop
you try selling it to hobos who shop in your lot
but living in the park after dark attracts the cops
ok yo i gotta go, this crack rock in my sock is late for delivery to your pops
he prefers this slow to his usual shots or drunken ordeals with male cocks
best thing is if im there within ten he lets your mom give me head
that aint pretend
i can suck your mom dry of that tity milk so your baby brother dont get fed

Then i shit on her face and ask your dad to clean that