This is a song about "Crdon t"

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man

"damn d j t j is going fucking ham"

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Shit, see that thing there was mine

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees