Star First

um gone trade my stunner shades,for my fuck shades,in and out the hotel room,Johnny blaze,flip the page back on stage is where I feel comfortable at, bitches grabbing and sucking on my testical sack,idgaf if um first up to bat,so um Frank Thomas, knock the skin off the ball,give it a heartattack,done pushed more packs,and pics than kodak,or get bitch to leave all pics of your missing picture on polls ,wit thumb tracks, never been a rat,but I always spit facts ,and don't hold back,and I done pushed dope from cook crack,like an akrobat,call my shoes spats,call my guns gats,without my niggers I gt my own bk ,speeding thru these c town streets,like horse back,these big fac ts,um truelly destined, and been that,nigger like slave chaps,that learned t o read and write,