This is a song about "Wood"

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

Call me a product of my own damn hood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

And you have a job choppin' up wood!

I'm droppin' fire, only things they're dropping's hot wood,

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

I ask would/wood you please leave,

But really your lyrics have no taste its like eatin a piece of wood

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Moldy wood. i give my all when i pick up the pen, try to put me down say i'm

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

To mcs that don't rhyme good

If a wood chuck could chuck wood