This is a song about "Shame ten stop see ride hit"

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

No car you can see me hanging out at the bus stop

Huh, big syke he be ready for whatever

Hit the 'burbs and all you see is a blur

I'm not sure, if we will ever see a sudden stop,

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

Our heads dont hit the pillow til we see sunlight

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Your times receding i can already see it starting to stop beating,

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

If theres a formula to stop me i'd like to see it

Ten, ten, ten, twenties and the fifties bitch

They vaguely decipher my language

To much pride will ride you down to the road of shame

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again