aight here i go



lyricaly spittin all on you hating hoe
you fixin to find out that lil red bumpin dis flow

i havent even heard ya spit yet and you already seem whack
i might have to knock sence into ya with a pimp slap

the rhymes u use make u think u sic
but the only real thing ya spit is cummin out my dick

yo think u so u cool smokin weed thinkin you hard
but every1 should know it comes out ya front yard

this is the last spit its ova i just won
o by the way if i hadent worn the jimmy u woulda been my son