This is a song about "Put the mic down your bad"

Your not just wank on the mic dick no your litrealy shit

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Gotta work - slight work

Put your brains on the curb

Its time to put down your knives

If i could have 25 wives

Better put your head down like a stocking cap,

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

You might want to put the mic down

My name is timb aka thomas crown

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Or step son your style is unwanted step son put the mic down

Ugly mothafucka lookin like the it clown, when i stand up to the mic just sit down

I'm hearing familiar sounds familiar smells, only time can tell whos gonna run this town.

Put your shit in the blueprint

If you feel it, it must be real just