i got the murder swag bitch u a fucking fag bitch ima blow this shit up w a fucking mag bitch.ight that last bar was corny but ima rain on yo paraid bc im hella stormy keep yo bitch away from me she hella thorny i hit u w the fourty im fucking on ya shorty i said hoe u better bust down sporty.ima foney i rap abt money when i dont got cents in my name but i still aim and lit these beats i inflame these bars are now kinda sounding the same but i dont shame bc im trying go for fame and money and power i wrote this song in less than a hour damn this beat is tasting hella sour fucking sag god thats odd run away ina pod. my bars dont make sense so just keep me away and put me ina fence and no offense this shit is gonna get tense fuck it ima immense. i cant stand these rappers mumbling and stumbling all the fucking time then theses mother fuckers start to spit one line that i can acutally understand but i demand theses mother fuckers are going to start to expand i bet thats what they planned to fuck up the name of rap and thier brand. i went off on these pussy man take a seat i aint done yet nigga man take this heat i fuvking beat on u lil street fake gangsters u lil pranksters i weight u down like an anchor fucking acting like a banker. now i gotta go to pull ur fucking hoe and dont forget this is my fucking show.