yo they say hoodie-hoo and pass the dutch//
you dont know me bitch ask ya slut//
im whats up, Ive been a rap phenom for eons//
I pee on peons with my lethal lyrical free on//
I beat on bitches with a flow we could all agree on//
I ease on, to record labels to re-up my G on//
hehe, Yeah, I'll do it like this//
one of the few white kids you like that wont bite this//
I write this, and after that I mic this//
collaberate an album thats chocked full of that tight shit//
drop a couple of tracks with formula in the back//
then drop of couple of raps to add on to my stack//
I gotta knack for this black hip hop culture type music//
I dont care about racist caucassions I happenned to choose this//
only and influence a pad and pen//
Do it one day, do it the next, and do it again//
I do it to death, the hobby of fucked up knave//
I'll write a rap for the eulogy before they drop my grave//
So just in case, Ill leave yall with a lesson learned//
so preparing now for when I make my return//

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