yo man, just stop it,u think u gonna make a profet//u just live in ur closet,i'll just get ur gfs 7 digets,fuckin her like she was a miget//
u just a fagget, calmin to be the wannabe RABBIT, u just stick
around man just like a slug on a stick
suxin the "mans" dick, //
u call ur self a true emcee? well u got another thing coming
im rymin like mother goose, u just be so full of boose (booze), im comin off at u like "double 'O' seven", killin u,stabin u, murderin u is all the same shit, wheni have fit,i'll spit dirty shit at ur face, u wanan be race vs the white ppl here well u aitn nothin but a loose mother gooose, wannabe creator like her and i we just meat at the line and then surface slowy like a spellin bee was talkin place we'd all be quite, after that we would ingnite a fire rosting cow and snake u just lye awake, glazin at the stars wishin u were one ur self//