hey mike thanks for the mic/
i will suck a mothers tit, but it wont be mine,
it will be yours, and there will be no closed doors/
and while i'm fuckin your mom, you'll be gettin it up the ass,
man you mush have smoked a pile of grass/
now lets put me in your shoes,
and now i'll give you some news/
if i was driving in my car, i would suerve to miss your body/
it aint worth hurtin my car, cause its life, killin you is a hobby/
i'll kill you like you otta be,
would i use a gun? probably/
cause see i got my moose licence, and i'm hunting you now,
it will be a blaze of bullets, all you'll hear is chow/
and i'll just see the meat like a redneck,
oh what the heck, i am a redneck/
the only reason i'm out here is to keep you lines in check/
now i'm done all this spittin fire,
and your rhyme is so old it will probable conspire/