This is a song about "Warlord of rap eat wack rappers"

Ill make you eat the words of your fruity rap then tell me how it fuckin tastes

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Wack rappers... are a crime on the beat

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

You wack rappers can go lay

And we here to stay

Like i already beheaded these wack rap writers/

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Vindicated of wack rap, when i drop this tape

Early adapters agree they all late

I'm not one of those rappers that don't rap with meaning,

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

That we ain't never had

This rap game is fuckin wack!

To eat a half a cup of cinnamon i was inspired rap by my brother and eminem

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one