This is a song about "Why rap sucks"

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Here's my account, son, of why i rap so good,

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Why are you trying to rap when you havent even learned the alphabet,

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

This isn't why i rap though,it's what influences me

Good kids make bad grown ups

Leaping in the limelight sucks

Bubbles and drains, it sucks

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Fuck rhyming why battle rap you?

Why we gotta argue

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

After i axed the guy who asked why my rappin' sucks.