KeMyst, b prepared to be distinquished
who cares when u b miss-linked-guest
cuz ur costume says u a quir in a pink-dress
ur brains weak, thats y u was in a shrink-test
ur jus a discrimination to this nation colors
b killed like all ur otha brothers, and diappear like u was a fat boi wit butter
climb back to tha streets and stay in tha gutter
look, i think thats his mind that was left in tha wind ta flutter
b unreconized like u was usher