droppin . .

Your str8thuggin goin against the thug one himself solo//
You could pimp 18 hoes, and i'd still declare you homo//
I could make a guest apperence on your own track and the chorus wouldn't even want you back//
Thats fact to be exact and so that you know, you need reconsider rapping before you get rapped//
Your like the elequent man tryin to live a man, but is a broken child//
But i like you, you increase my win record everytime you type ure 'freestyles'//
Your the type of kat, who wont get on to rap, you wont be online, you'll secretly use internet explorer//
Like the freak show, your confused cuz of all this lyrical horror//
Well, i think i gotta bounce, my ride just dropped, time to blaze//
I put you phase, re-arranged ure eyes wit your mouth and had you lookin for the rest of your face, shoulda stayed str8 circlin your place where you played cuz your time writin this was a waste//

UPPIN