This is a song about "Yo the names d korte and i ain t no shorty"

I see you d-12, and thanks, but me need no help

That's why i never claimed i was the best

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

I have no hatred, i'm not naming no names

And the whole of group c can suck my d

Look it something they can't ever see

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Cause i drove you insane, you repeating the same names

And since the economy's failing well you know all the names,

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

But no self respecting girl will let you give her the d,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Jump off... hoping, i'm hoping

D j t j, the best, do his thing