this fake rapper, claims to write phat rhymes
i'm prime time, no one would here you if you were a wind chime
you better call the crime line, and tell to them to come find....you
i got you confined in a mental hold, and you can't break through
you holdin your breathe, turnin blue,
you forgot how to spit, OH, you never knew how to
go read his profile, he's reppin D12 (twelve)
i told ya'll he was fake, dude, you really need help
i can tell you soft man, look how easy you melt
you're brainless man, thats the hand you were dealt
you're too pussy to get pussy, so you havin sex with yourself