Untitled Song

I'd like to be defined as the greatest white guy behind the mic.

I'm rapping about my life so you mother fuckers know what it's like.

To ever have to feel undeveloped in life,Try to survive while trying to provide at the same time.

My mind is undecided provided with all the misery,

Of having to pay the price for something that should be history.

Take a look around just to witness the world's sickest,

Most illest and realest Lyricist still n the business ,

You don't even know me homie so mind your own fucking business

Who's needs to quit thier bitching and just sit there and pay attention,

But if you can't afford to then my assistant will soon be wit ya,

And in case you still don't get it I'm painting you a fucking picture.

I'm on my way to Texas taking the chance of getting arrested,

A price on willing to pay but I bet ya its good investment

Protected by my Mexican homies in Midland and I well respect them,

In order for me to take the next step in correcting all my messes

I've got to be aggressive be the best without forgetting

That the ones I love are back in Kansas were I left them