Yo, Hoodz, I don't know why ya answered the callout...
Better rap from a bomb shelter so ya can escape my fallout.
Ya easily "make ends meet" by puttin ya foot in ya mouth...
Ya don't mean goin ta Mexico when you and the boys "go down south".
Some drink from the fountain of knowledge but you just rinsed and spit...
It's like ya gassed and rappin at the dentist's the way ya sling ya shit...
Fat ass, when ya eat at buffets ya send shivers thru the cook cuz ya sportin more "chins" than a chinese phone book.
If sex were fast food ya'd have "arches" over ya bed but ain't 50 Billion sold it's just a couple laid "dead".
Ya'd be "over ya head" in a goddamn kiddie pool so ya got a pic in the dictionary next ta "Fool".
When ya let ya mind wander ya gotta post signs ta get it back...
Too simple ta find it's way home cuz "direction" it lacks.
Whoever tells ya to "just be yourself" gives ya bad advice...
Cuz ya'd be rappin in a tent at a freak show chargin admission price.
Hoodz written like ya seen the movie tryin ta reach for them stars in the sky...
But like in that movie I'm comin and gunnin droppin ya with a drive by.

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