wrinkled pages and a dead pen, remind you of anything skid..//
"yeah, my sahft and head!"<< skiddlez voice >>
straight from the whores <<horses>> mouth, so is it alright if we call you mr.Ed from for now?.//
of course clown, you like to be center ring.//
people laughing at you.. that's why you sing.//
why you think, people always sleepin on your posts.//
'cause if rap were a soldier, yours'd be sleeping at it's post.//
eyes closed, blind white raps, like al-bin-o's.//
mine's like white rhino.. It'll fuck you up.//
13 years old dawg... my new born son could fuck you up...
"michael, do it just like daddy taught.." <<talkin' to my boy>>
----Pause---- laugh a little..
look everybody, we got baby pac, kid's try'n to rap when he just learned to talk.//
how you try'n to run if you can't even walk, bitch, you need a glock.//
although the recoil shock would pro'lly tweak your arm.//
break it in 3 places and, me, I bust off and run..//

lol... this was pure joke... I'm so high right now... lol....

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