5 minute key.. dont know how many lines i did.. oh well..

u gonna need more than just god to bless u.
ur gonna hafta die comback die again & quit text too.
i shulda left u,.. istead u thought u were right.
u got hyped up & dropped.. u even lost to the hype.
ur got no hope, & ur left defenseless.
u wouldnt stand high..
..even if u were were on top of 206 midgets.
ur wack son, step back before i direct an action.
& leave u paler than casper havin sex with jackson.
quit text & rapping, it's not your bag son..
..cause when u trick or treated, you didnt have one.
i'll put you on blast & leave a stupid look on ur ass.
so u can finally see what you look like in the future & past.
take a look at my wrath, just picture your face.
or picutre 12 tennis shoes & 6 dicks in your face.
u fuckin faggot, please stop the wackness.
u play a dope role... in new jack city as the crackhead.
u need an academy award & a friggin oscar.
for portraying rap when u know ur polka & rocker.