90's back i ain't black i just rap about the same exatct fact tha i got attacked at
The back of the street im weak when it comes to fighting speak when it comes to writing
Cause everytime i do that i get that lighting you see me frieghtend no you hear me lyeing
The f*ck you buying my cd if you hide it behind the tv so nobody can f*cking see me oh well anyways
We all going to hell cuz we had to sell oure souls for money and weathl got coacky and used it for are
Selves so we ended up with less sleep but f*ck it now we can eat but we ain't much more than a big peice of
Dead meat f*ck it i just need heat to cover this coldness that i can't treat and f*ck it i just can't beat
The fact that this music is dying and i can't feed or provide the energy that it is need to get hip hop back on its feet
But im stuck with these dumb f*cks dont be surprised if you see slugs cause ima pop everybody in this four cornerd
f*ckd room dont be afraid yall cuz itll be soon and ima pop one two three into the four five couple more to kill
Are still alivr but after this ain't no way none of yall is gon survive and im saying this straight up youre face
Dont try to diss me back cuz you can't rap and that is just another f*cking true fact