step to my rymes, and ill leave you in a hurst,
i can do a whole freestyle without havin to curse,
thats how you determine the best from the worst,
im always ready to battle so ill rip off my shirt,
while im livin the high life, you down in the dirt,
and i keep gettin better but you keep gettin worse,
soon enough ill be the king of this whole rap verse.
i can rap about anything, just give me a topic,
i dont even need a beat ill be like snoop and just DROP IT!
im a white kid that stays true to his roots,
tight blue jeans, flanel shirt and boots.
nomatter how i dress or how i act,
i got skillz on the mic, and thats a fact.
ive been in the situations wit the guns and the drugz,
dudez fillin dudez wit slugz cause they scuffed there lugz.
livin everyday like its the green mile,goin to trial.
gettin sentanced to death and everyone in the court is wearin a smile.
they cant wait to see you FRY!
they wanna see you in misery so they leave the sponge dry!
now your sittin there fryin, and your mom is the only one in the crowd cryin,
you told her you were inocent but she knew you were lyin.
before the execution is even done,
everyone in the room has to run,
cause the stench is makin them vomet, and you aint even done!
you cant speak or think but you can certainly feel,
that this pain and this misery is 100% real.
you cant restart your life, cant go back in time,
and your finally dead like my ryme