we out chere lil homie they don kno lets go all i ever wanted in life was to be a dope ass MC with a dope ass mic n beat and a dope ass chick beatin my meat but im still out hur stuck in the streets of dirty jersey wit no mic and no fly honey but thats strait cuz every dolla that i make thats my cake ill never go hungry, that shit is fuckin funny how they all keep tryin to flaunt me they want everything out my fuckin wallet you wont haunt me you aint put a knot in my back pocket I POP YOU in the socket like a broken pocket locket what the hell am i sayin i dont know im lost i didnt write the rest of this shit okay but that first half i wrote that shit that was a hard bit, that was a bomb ass spit but now im off the dome real quick with just a, lil bit of the lil sick shit can i tell ya what i did? i turned yo house into a trap house and sold off yo kids than i ate out yo wife thats what i did thats what it is now gimme yo shit.. BITCH I just took yo fuckin wallet now i killed yo fuckin kids and played yo wife like a polly pocket now im a fly like a rock rock rocket like i was in the God damn. . . i dont know gimme somethin else to say running out of quips so you fuckin call me gay i say you gay too we can go back and forth and say the same shit dude i promise you you will never finish me off cuz i only get off on yo broad with yo dumb ass shit cuz you a dumb ass bitch so get off my dick your making me sick and i tell everyone, that you was beggin me "can i please dick ride yo dick oh pretty please TGC" hell na trick suck a dick. . .shit. . . suck yo own dick faggot maggot toe tag it drag it