This is a song about "Using a lyric generator to make your rap song"

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Your fucking weak, you'll never make a song or be featured.

What if barack's skin was all black, truthfully

Like my tunes light a bong rap a song gradually

Wipe my ass with your lyric sheets

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Closest thing you get to rap is listening to that song

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

I had to make a difference on rap, not comedy. i have to admit honestly,

This rap suppose to be a kiss to your mom tits

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Still, trying to spit rhythmic lyric,

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

I can rap and make you feel a capsule going down your tracks