This is a song about "I bust a rhyme in your bitches pussy"

Leaving your cranium split in half, like pie but this is a rhyme not a graph,

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Dropped the sign, one way to bust a rhyme

Huh, got to get better with time

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Your "king dumb". and you're gonna wait like a pussy till i turn my back

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

I only fuck bitches who bust out of tube tops

Then i struggled to bust straight / missed your mums face

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

I love corpses, abortion, distortion, bitches who pussy all contorted

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

Do your mental deficiencies inhibit you to bust a rhyme

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

I cant even come up with a rhyme in the meantime