Hey yo...Hey yo...
Oh, look, it's Kountryboi, a rappin' kountry singer,
Or is he just a posing hill-billy shit flinger,
i dunno, maybe he's both, a little crazy,
Maybe he thinks he'll be the next Slim Shady,
Should I put this mother fucker outta his misery?
Or should I give him a chance to take this rapshit seriously?
Ryder's comin outta the smoke, comin' fas',
Oh no, I think I'm kickin' ur hill-billy ass!
"Oh, no, my pour little tushy!"
Go ahead! Call me a fuckin pric!
At least I'm not eatin momma's pussy,
While she's chokin on daddies dick,
U better read this ryhme carefully,
I'm wuppin ur ass so bad, it's scary,
After I'm done with u, you'll be so sad,
U'll wanna be bangin ur dog up the ass like mad,
"Hmm, what dog should i do? I live on a farm...
Maybe I should just take em all to the barn!"
Well, thats wat u get for pickin a rap with me, bitch,
Face it, ur done, ur finished, im the cure for the itch,
Well thats about it for this maggot,
I've wasted enough time on this wannabe rapping faggot.
Peace Out.




Well, thats mine. Don't take shit seriously though. Spit yours.