i know your secret, the truth of your name, its origin//
it came from women, when you with them your spittin quik from your pin//LAME

you aint no ruff ryder gangsta, aint got no flava//
shit im fuckign mentos, the fresh maker//WWHEN DID HE SAY HE WAS A RR?


ive got a sickness so ill that i take this win disease// (this ease)
im startin to burn you arent i? i knew i was better off grillin macaroni and cheese// PLAYED

starin down the barrel of the shotgun, your record suggests you as invincible as gods son//
too bad your shoe lace is undone, now fags wanna give you a bombing run//????O NO SQ SHOES ARE UN DONE


dont get me wrong, if you wanna be gay thats fine and dandy//
im a repair man but for you i dont think i will be too handy//THAT WAS SHIT BUT IT MADE THE MOST SENSE........

VOTE=Spittin QUicK