Im the ilist and realist boy out there/
more depenable then fruit of the loom underwear/
here and there, there and here I'm ready to snap like a fat woman braziar/
I feel the rythm I hear the beat/
Wack mcs don't even walk around on my streets/
my ryhmes are like venom/
there is no anti-serom/
all ur girls i done did em/
they loved the pent house suit so those thongs i was in em/