That my gift will be shown, change the face of the slums, build up the bums, create a light to radiate my might, into the eyes of the blind, Show me yours and youll see mine. Its comin out of my head, into my pores. Takin your beats and wipin the floors, Your girl may be hot but her friends are all whores. Your just mesmerized by her legs and thighs, but what you dont know is all her words are lies. Shes zipped more flies than a chink makin levi’s. The whole south Side knows her In and out. So dont let the door hit you on the way out, Just leave, cuz your game smells, smells kind of like her, smells a little bit like sour kraut…..
By and By your game is nigh, be careful cuz you just may die, from want of the high. Your sister said my gangsta love is like a drug, she went to rehab but when I called her she had a relapse. You got a glock, but Iv got a gat. 30 Rounds per second makes you start sweatin.
Dont come frontin cuz you might end up dead, like fred, Fred Kennedy… drawn to infinity, Lifes an amenity, power like the trinity, cup full of hennessy. What you gonna do? not a DAMN thing!, im H1N1, and you got the flu, when they hear your name the crowd says WHO? I may be new but Iv still got the bigger lights and the bigger shoe.
Your shit may be old and with a spot on a chart, but mine is new, some shit you just cant compare to, Im into makin good rhymes like your into BBW. (HAHAHAHAHA T.C.)
P.S. To be revised and re written until perfect.