yo son i know you hard but its my deck//a cards// discard what you heard by a far// so listenin up or be hit by cars// yo those my word discriptive in every bars// so check you self am ahead by large//if i wanted to hear from an ashole i would have fart// so re we go let the sun shine in// lets em see ya face you white so stop actin//lil nigga actin like he packin// middle america so he cappin//wiggas like you remind me oh rich dudes//whose life aint runnin right so they pick up knives// and fight// or spit rhymes// ta help em pass the time//cause we know you white folk crazy look at Columbin// so you thought you was big shit so you get a line// found out it was fun so you create ya life// that you got good o you picked up a mic//than you step in my kingdom and got bombarded wit knives//9s i pull back// its clicks you hear that// we kow how white people dont trip on no splat// so thats 6 six in the side of this dude// ill see ya real soon// as you started to shroom// you mess wi real niggas get cap as soon as you open ya mouth/ pow// this hookie got knocked down// if you can say the n word than im be the same to you//cause i dont play games i play you like preschool//ill slap ya face back before your modem start to dile//thn beat you like orange juice... pulp style//dont give a fuck who you by lil baby peek a boo//lil shemy fuck whiterap19 i just schooled you//dont giea fuck who you are so you 14- an 0//but i dont give fuck ill spread poison throug ya crew//so you look back on yeah life like yo what the fuck i do//you fucked wit the Da Nigma the illusion just screwed you