only time u servin somethin is at a fast food joint
ya lyrics are like a dull pencil,they aint got a good point
u need to hit the exit cuz im fixen to wreck shit
u dont want my heavy-ness on ya shoulder,u can flex it
u gonna have to elevate ya thought to higher levels
the only way u could be 'helll on some1 is if u higher devils
ya front door and ya ford pinto car is the only thing u key-in
imma call u a prewriter cuz a bad verse is all im seein
ya got 2 styles ya 1st one was shit n ya otha 1 was ass
imma need some toilet paper my lyrics is the shit n yours are the past

wun

up it for votes