This is a song about "Rash in your ass"

In your ass impression fuck a freestyle this is thee style

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

And man, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

Your whack ass raps make your homie ashamed in heaven

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

And then leave your ass in a hospital bed.

In your ass like it feeds your appetite

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

How many lines does it take to leave your ass in defeat?

I will beat your ass in a parking lot

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Go wee-wee in the potie, wipe your ass and flush it