This is a song about "Zach morris"

With no receivers had the pickin of a option

Up in the sadie hawkins turn the punch to a concoction

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

Like rapin a dog stomp you lil shit then scrape you off

Suffocating in a cell, now skating, hell bound no ice remaining to save me,

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

I'm here to stay but with your fuckin crap you ain't bound to last,

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

A battle you're bound to loose so why introduce yourself to me, i'm marvelous,

Curb stomp your face, racist

You know i stick to the script

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

I demolish a stage, an stomp my negative fan base cause they got bad taste,

No freemason if you an athiest like william bateson

And stay focused on the women and you get less done