every thing I ever did was wrong
i cant flow iant show my heart in a song
and
al i ever wante o was rap
but theres to many things i lack
for one
i aint black
like i even had to tell you that
but my tracks are phat
admit it thats a fuckin fact
shit my musics better then smack
believe me
you think comin off that shit was easy
so what is it
i want my piece of the buisness
what is this
record execs pay me visit
im better than the shit i hear on radio stations
fuck after hearin that i should be all over the entire nation
and god damn it
i dont even want that much dough
just enough to fix the rust hole
in my pinto
im not workin at the rdemtion center any more
my fingers are sore i got bottle scum in every pore
and one things for sure im not stayin down
i said id get up if i gotta stick up the entire town
your shit is awful
i didnt even know it was possible
your shits so bad i tossed my waffles
your sentence structure is ruptured
your head phones must be puntured
ta tink that shit cuts the mustard
and do you even care if it sounds right
sounds like
if you took the time to write
you just might
sound tight
but i dont think thats gonna happen
your rappen for the money
not that i can blame ya bein poors not milk and honey
but im white
so i gotta be twice as nice
twice as tight
just ta get played one night
but thats life
and ill do it
i dot mind
if i dont get signed
then fine
ill blow a line
ah strict nine
ill inject turpentine
into my fuckin spine
and play hopscotch on land mines
wateva
ill be cleva
ill write lettas
ill kill every MC till there aind no one betta
than me
cant you see
i wont leave
till the industry
presses me
a cd
