WELL LET ME TYPE IT, FOR THE FAM. THAT BE JAMMING IN THE PARTY, THROW UP YA HANDS JAMAICAN THROW UP YA SHOTTY, MY FLOWS ARE RUNNING MY MOUTH IS SNOTTY, I'M FROM THE ROOTS THE MIC SAY BABY YOU GOT ME, CALL ME THE LYRICAL BROTHER MY RHYMES CALL ME PAPI, BECAUSE THEY BORN FROM THE GUTS, MAKING HOMEBOYS RAISE THIER CUTS AND CHICKS SHAKE THEIR BUTTS, BUT ALL I ASK FOR IS AN APPLAUD CAUSE I DON'T ASK FOR MUCH, YEAH CAN GET I GET AT ME BUT I'M HARD TO TOUCH, NO HUGS, NO DAPS, NO POUNDS, AND IF YOU EVER DISREPSPECT YOU'LL SEE ME TURN INTO A THUG WITH A GAT THAT WEIGHS 5 POUNDS. NOW CAN CONTINUE ON TO BUST SIXTEENS ABOUT NOTHING, LIKE NIGGERS ON THE 4TH AND NEW YEARS EVE LATE AT NIGHT CLUTCHING. MY STYLE'S A LITTLE MORE DIFFICULT BECAUSE MY MOCROPHONE HANDLE GETS HOTTER THAN ANY 38 OR FOUR FIFTH, MY THOUGHTS ARE MORE YOUR GIFTS FROM GOD FOR ME TO CREATE THESE RAW HITS, SO CAN I TYPE IT?