Sick of the same ol’ mutts
playin the same ol’ cuts
Rappin bout guns and butts
Sick of the when’s & the what’s
If I had a Benz and some sluts
Would you like me more
Or could you not ignore
The fact that I abhor
Every one of you whores
& Everyone of these doors
are locked in front of me
half cocked and full of weed
mind blocked from all the greed
ya’ll flock like bird to seed
I mock your pedigree
The doctor said to me
Yo, fuck that misery
So, suck it Destiny
I’ve got my own decree
It says that on your knees
Is where you need to be
But who am I to say
That all your rhymes are gay
When all my rhymes are wack
I guess this light attack
is really just a mack
To help point out the fact
that rap is way off track
jumped straight out the sack
to pimpin’ hoes and Ac’s(Acura’s)
& fillin’ streets with crack
But now it’s just an act
Your rappin’ talents lack
But I’ll get off your back


Damn i'm delerious.......5:30a.m. is way to late....er...early....er....fukkit ~HeLlSeND~

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