This is a song about "Karin de bruijn"

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Give me the mic, my de-vice, that i utilise, write these lines, that'll be

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

If u smoking with me you better de filling

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Re-directed de-ci-sions

I'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack