This is a song about "Slap the shit out of you"

Until you harness the skill of getting out of harm's nest

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

The people that you mug, you know they're fresh out of cash,

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

Fucking the shit out of this game

And my niggas all the same

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

Punched the shit out of your consciousness, your light's out

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

Your rhymes are all whack, there so shit you must of pulled em out of your crack,

Grillin shit out of the fridge and we don't know how old,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Until you harness the skill of getting out of harm's nest

I'm knockin that shit out of the park, i'm the champ, go "whammy"

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see