yo aight... whats the time foos
whoa dont look ya might jus miss
this lyrical mistake, imma take ya to tha jake.
naw im jus playin, i aint no fake, cant bake no cakes
unless im supplied with the materials i can spread my
intrails all across ya grave, cuz you thinkin you so brave
bustin out 1st grade sentences, makin no sense
tornados you say? is that el nino or al pachino
i saw him in any givin sunday, last monday
cool james will say "tha ladies love him"
but we all no, he aint gettin J Lo
betta watch out, or you gonna end up wit a haylow
ova ya head , cuz dont ya know im already dead
from all that bunk ass skunk. and it must be showin im my lyrics
cuz yall cant stand it, or maybe its cuz yall are pathetic haha