This is a song about "Bad tempered bastard"

If real shit is dead then nigga i'm a bastard

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

This old bastard will kill me?

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

Because your a sick bastard

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now.

This excrement means excellent rap, i make a lesser adapt

Under my leather mask ugly bastard to never be matched

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Fatherless son to the rap game bastard

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

Compare me too that bastard pot head