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

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

I win every single fight ma raps are fit , people like every single word i spit

Bitch don't live without the d/

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

From the jects, where peepa don't call cops/

In the morning in the night people in this site are losing every single fight against me

Is to wrongfully accuse bullshit criminality to get the usa another fatality.

All the things to be closer when it just ends up to ten and some men who can't even pick up a pen

Its not our place to judge or to use anger to defend there is no anger in the hearts of faithful men

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

So step back sacrap an resite your rap, come spitting back when ya got something decent not whack,

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Banana clip, with the magazine clipp to the side/