everyone knows i wack but wateva......

aight you know i wack my attack words are like poetry,its fact i wack wat else u need to know/
wat else can i say i have no flow, now matta how much i study and bite lyrics i couldnt wrap if i was a hoe/
i need punches, but i aint got none, i think i done wit rappin cause my lung dead from all wack shit i spit/
i cant fit wit this lyrics i spit, cause they dont have no wordplay or flow, i cant spell i think i fell twenty more feet and fucked my brain more, i cant rap, half the stuff dont evn rhyme i guess i should just sit/