rippin all those who creepin for some free,
spittin on you, leave you weepin, and i'm jus not an emcee,
Cuz i cee-em rappin on a mic, FUCK IT this is jus shit that i write,
But give me the mic and the flame will be burning bright white/
im jus a young teen, confused whether or not things shook,
ima confused bean, is this world like the one of peter pan and captain hookBLAH/
My personna split in two i'm polite but i will spit at you/
But now i no this isn't being fake,
Ho's jus forsake, there to buy a hocake/
I'm a gangsta with 'words', in real life that would jus be 'absurd',
there isn't one person that hasn't been 'served'/
...unlike the gaffa of oliver twist
a secrecy of what my fighting rhymes consist,
ah FUCK IT i'll tell you... it's not in the mind it's in the fist/
But apart from that my thoughts are out,im OUT,

jus a quik few bars cuz im bored, ima post a song whenever tho.
LATER!!