^ok i let this bitch be the first to get murked^

by the look of ur record i cold tell that ur a failure/i could fix this bitch if ryhmes my name was Tim the tool man Tailor

it's ok don't go get the bottle/u'll never get rich doin this shit not even if u hit the lotto/and even still while i push the range u'll still only have a tahoo/y didn't u talk about ur only friend a dildo

this nigga is a lame/ while i'm gettin paid ur hoe ass is on the street rappin for chump change

speakin of moms hows ur mother/ she hasn't had my money even tho she works the corner/who am i kidding she couldn't get ass if her head was rapped in a cover/ cause in the light she looks jus like under cover brother

the first and only girl this nigga had was his hand/i kno u ... ur that nigga that owes me money from the band/ur dyke thinkin ur a man/ur a nigga thinkin he white tryin to get in the Klan (KKK)

U Freddy jackson wanna be/even if u had glasses u still couldn't see me/this boy wants to grow up and feel little girls like R kelly


I'm done Holla