Scrawny boy white?
That ain't right
That ain't the case
It ain't a matter of race
It's a matter of skill
I'm too ill
Like a pill
I get shit, you get nil
And this rap is for the times
You've stolen others lines
Cause you can't think of shit
You copy all of it
I already used the skirt line
That shit was mine
It ain't hard to steal
Or talk about the steel
But to match my spiel
You better kneel
And pray to the Lord
That the people don't get bored
When they hear your stupid rap
And realize it's just crap
And they just wanna take a nap
It must be like a slap
In the face to realize you blow
You set your goals high and hit low
You can't make it into the show
Cause you got no flow
When you talk about the jail
You start to fail
You don't need to pay bail
Or pound the rail
You ain't true
You ain't even you
You hide behind a name
Prayin' for some fame
That day will never be here
All you have left is fear
Your death is near
But it won't come from me
Can't you see
I'm not gonna kill ya, brother
I'll leave that to your mother.