This is a song about "Cunt fart"

I'm about to track you down like a bloodhound, cunt

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

I call it " go in your room and fuck up your girl's cunt"

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

No shit, he's a gangster on the mic, yea right cunt

You know you're a cunt

And more than confident

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

Are you a cunt, sap or bastard?

I make art while your shits rusty soundin worse than a dusty fart

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Chat so much shit you should speak threw a fart

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Now im up here smokin blunts, rubbin your moms cunt