My rapping made you soil
My balls get lubed in oil
White boy, six foot, packin a nine
Corduroys, cam will shine
Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed
6 foot 7 foot 8 foot or 9,my raps are better than all your shit combined,
Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook
Cause todays youth judge by the shoe thats on your foot
The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid
But still feels hated and deflated
'cause i had the strength and balls
And of course, my car's off course
Your balls cry during bug life
An ipod mind to you walkman guys
No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy
Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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