aight here it goes


While you spittin these lines I come back and let the shotty blast//
You couldn't get ur ass signed even if you were in a fuckin body cast//

Man you really fucked in the head//
An fucked ur dog in bed///

Fucked him up the ass//
wit a condom made from glass//

Steppin to me imma make you choke//
better hurry up and take some notes//

you know what? fuck the notes cuz you needs quotes///
but get em right take em between ur tokes///

At least i'm a true rapper I don't need a beat to spit upon//
d-mecca is like toilet watter always getting shitted on//

man you can't even rap, where are the punches man??//
you so wack you can't even go down in quicksand//

I don't need luck just a pen and a pad//
Then imma make more Franklins then Benjamin's dad//