Diss

I sit down write my thoughts on paper I'm doing it for the paper Chill punk I'll check y'all late I roll with fat cheques I blow that powered it gives me power I guess y'all punks didn't know how to pick Nigger suck my dick Paper and ink that's the word that talks Don't be lost Life cost or else it mobs Babies be born in baby wards Then cows be born in cowards You call me a coward well I separate the word I became a cow that takes the award