Mr.T

Mr.T got the ball,now pass it. The Key to the house is elastic like rubber,so bounce back. This shit's like a Tas Trick. Drastic measures must be taken,quit being sarcastic. Fasten your seatbelts we goin' to Boston. The faucet was costly,now we eatin' shit that's frosted. I told you to toss it,you ain't never gon' be on my roster. Grew up without a foster,you ain't nothin' but an imposter. This ain't impossible just lost it 'all. Basketball's for goats,I caught you in the scope,my shit's sick as hell,I'm not battling sickle cell. Bells ringin' like it's a Holiday,you call and say "you're a bitxh"