yo yo yo

i'ma drop the concepts, stop the non-sense...
shep u'r skillz inept-u need sum real con-tents...
lettin me go first, ohh yeah that's polite...
a fag at night-i'll cook u up-hence a bag of rice...
i laugh at christ, i'f u'r holy i'll slap u...
cuz of religion, and i think saddam backs-u...
either way i'll blast-u, fo bein a looney...
hit u in the face-u can relate-from a bleedin-coochie...
i think i'm gettin there, drinkin tons of beer...
but u'r still kickin gay lines-like a run of a hundred queers...
fuck u and i sware, actually i sware a good amount...
beware when i flare-like u'r hemerhoids-as u'r wearin-em out...
the fair and unstout, oh wait what am i sayin...
i thought shepards were smart-that's on a plantation...
any other i still feel the same, u culd be a psycho...
who fights low-but punches wuldn't hurt me-even with a tight blow...

oneeeeeeeee