yo do ya math right i need to change the equation on the borad yikes but the meter still spikes i still wear Nikes i still ride brikes i still turn girls from dikes to stright as you like im a prat of the month you severed your tounge trying to rap aginst the beared one no skill you brung no wonder your shuned big mouth you do have one money you have none goul you have one to destroy my destiny for funds so il act as the mathmatision with a calculator thats how i brake the ice break and crash the whip at both and tear it at both sides and return it to you for a fee or a price hope you have more importantly an illness and no sleep tonight i guess il go back i dont drink drive ok why oh why i laugh to myself i guess thats not good for my health heart under pressure i say goodbye to myself and think about the way it ends but il do it on the fly gotta get away im that kinda guy looking for a getaway i guess i came along way from being so shy and lonely i landed on a better day now more or less i can say hi and show my fiure eight i took my bitch on a date and taught her how to figure skate im a grate teacher preacher my information and influence infiltrated the state im at the point of break and i dunno how much more income morning i can take my legs so tired they give up and break if im dead now atleast thats a penny ive saved let my words be praised