it smells like shit when you open ya mouth//
nothin real comes out, just two turds and a couple of trout
everything you touch turns into rusted junk//
if this were grade school you'd flunk, criss cross was more crunk
i'll cut off ya ears shove em up ya asshole large intestinal rear//
then you can hear the " shit" you call a career
why you still got two "0"' in ya record? you aint spittin out fire//
keep your two "0"'s for use as spare tires!