This is a song about "The 27 amendments"

Never seen a creator consulting his users all the others are faggots, all the others are losers

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Shorty feelin noxious from the canibus smoke/

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

Whoever is about to responde to my battle just know that im and incredible rap bat,

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Head turner, got the whole block snappin necks/

Her one hi suffices as everlasting peace making me feel as high as ice on the everest's summit/

Pushin permanent twistin i'm on a mission got me on the mashtried to dig, you was screamin when i did

The setting is set i already set it. made your career a day ago but i am ready to end it

When u see me at the doorstep,retreat..or i'll pluck ur balls out with forceps i don't give a shit/