aight yo

let me teach you something, you aint nothing but a hoe
translucent? that's right and i could see right through you with a blind eye fold
you the type of cat, who like to lie but rhymes for the rhyme
a stupid nigga, i guess...one of a kind
one of an asshole, i turn anger to love
you couldn't have a sharp shot, if you stuck a hangar in a slug