Sumthin I had to say

Bout to Blow like abortion clinics forcin friction
Yall to shook to even talk to me like Dorks to Bitches
Skill aint got nothing to do with gorgeous women
Or how bright the chrome rims on ya porche is spinnin
Its when you get on stage with the cordless spittin
Its realizing that the ratings in the source is FICTION
Yo im always sticking out like a dorsal-fin is
ANd right now im hungry like orphan kids sick
Yall cant see me like OJ's jury , ignoring the witness
you say it's only on the net till ya door gets kicked in
BARS is all i know like i was born in prison
Yall cats is lip synching like foreign fliks is
Imma keep spittin metaphor's with the sickness
I keep eating like fat kids, Eating up all you fucking bitches
Brats go from poor to rich ass soon as they chores is finished
I rock so hard i think im stealing fans from korn and limp Bizkit
Give Goths a reason to pray to the lord for forgiveness
For the instance i stay raw from the core to the image
Beatin yo ass like i was Einstein teachin Physics
Stayin true to my self fuck critics
My rymes pour infinite like a storm was hittin
Your not quite as dirty as me, Like whores to strippin
Morbid visions of fill ditches and morgues with gorgeous women
Sick intelligence as Bis torchin gimics This ryme wack
Yeah right you now it isn't Eatin emcee's like beef pork and chicken
Me fall off never ya tripping
If english i say goodbye and Bonjour if british
Couch potatoes need to stop pretnding to be pimping
We dont need more pretty boys we need more delinquents