Oh, Damn, all of the rhymes here are wack,
Sounds like some downs syndrome patients are trying to be black.
Talking about pounding hoes and getting fucked up,
When you should be practicing your flow cause these rhymes all really suck.
I smell shit talking, and its coming from this post,
Like 2 pieces of shit are fighting in the back of your throat.
Go ahead and talk smack, go ahead and talk back,
Cause at the end of the day, your rhymes are still wack.
They need some help quick, like your girls all need more dick,
Someone else help them, cause I don't want to get sick.
CT must be diseased, all sorts of STD's,
Clean your rhymes up, you want help? Bitch Please.
"I drive a honda, and I hate Rice",
Thats what half your shit is, wait, I'll say it twice.
If your car isn't fast, but you are claiming 10's,
You are about as much of a pussy as the fucking Olsen Twins.
No, I take that back, we will call you the hilton sisters,
Making Underground tapes that aren't shit, you fucking cock blisters.
Until half you fucking people try to wake up, and grow up,
You'll keep arguing about shit, and guess what? You're fucked.
Everyone thinks they are a fucking genious, and they know it all,
But I won't believe you, until your cars get some Balls.
I'm not trying to hate, I don't want to sound great,
But some of you don't have cars, and wonder why you can't get a date?
If you want to get ass, shit has to change fast,
Before this fucking import bullshit gets left in the past.
I'm going to turn the table over, my verse here is done,
When it comes to spitting lyrics, bitch, who's number one?