roughly drafted Flintstones shitz

you got me fucced up, thinking ima accept fucc shit/..punk bitch,kicc rox pebbles..you aint worth shit/ beat ya feet, hitt the streets.. scram; i aint bam bam/ No ma'am..i ...am.. him ...yes ma'am...i am/x2....vs/...hope u get the memo, cuz once im done talking its over/ ask Jehovah he'll tell ya BETTEr than anybody know me/ gave you chance after chance and you still didn't change/ i aint deranged, i peep shit.. Praise God and maintain/ for all the people on the outside looking in my windowpane, dodge the rain..switch lanes if you feel me holla gang/