Are y'all here to pay attention, or just here to talk?! Right now, I'm the one in spotlight, talking, taking a walk! It may not occur to others--this might come as a shock--but I am the king of riches, me you can NEVER mock! You just a cock...beyond the point of concern! So, in case you haven't noticed, I've already returned! Go ahead, and try to test me; that much chance y'all just earned, haven't you learned?!... And yet, you wanna get burned by all the bombs I'm droppin on this city that's really turned! Let that be a lesson to ya, as far as I am concerned! You got a problem with that shit, then wait in line, til you speak to the devil with a bottle of wine! Go ahead, wine and dine yourself as soon as you die; cause you get what you deserve, and that's the truth, not a lie; bye-bye! Don't ask why; I'll smash your face with a pie, like a clown at the circus, except you'll get a black eye!!! What a guy am I?!!! That's just how I roll! Just get down on your knees and pray my words burn your soul--I'm in control! You taste like shit in my bowl! You're so ten years ago; you ain't my type, hell, no! All you ever plan to do is get stoned in the snow! You so damn insecure that your bladder won't grow! What a show; what a damn, frick-in fiasco! That's all I need to say to you, or I'll bust your toe, fo sho! Go get another cell phone, or a bull dog, a pair of socks, or even a drone due to the reason that I hate your smart-ass tone! I'm not so sure you even know how to live on your own! I mean, how can you? What trailer park do you own? Do you even pay your taxes in your ice cream cone? Has your mind even yet been blown over the phone?! On the other hand, in your case, you got low moral standards! Would you like to see a doctor, cuz I think you have cancer--yes, I think that's the answer; You're a horrible dancer! But, no matter, Mr. Bladder (like the reindeer named, "Prancer"!) This rap is frickin long, but I know it is worth it! I may be a rookie rapper, but I'm fuckin assertive; I stand up for myself, others can't take advantage, so don't even plan on trying, or on your face I'll be dancin'! After all, what goes around always comes around: I can break your neck so easily, and you'll hit the ground! So, just my little warning all over the land: it's not up for discussion; players just don't understand--not even man-to-man, once again! I'm yo ace kool, your backup--like they say on the street! You couldn't tell the difference between rhythm and beat! Play my mother fuckin song, make sure it's on repeat! Or else, what's stuck up your ass are my happy feet, Pete, no retreats!!!!