Linguistically it's trickery
I house you inexplicably
Your whack ass style
ain't shit ya see?
Watch me real close son
I'm bout to demonstrate
I'm holdin classes at South campus
......Don't be late
Poppin shots in your stale game
LAME
it's all the same
Ask your girl who she's feelin
Her eyes will scream you my name
When I finally get to writin you
so called MCs get frightened
But if you can just focus a bit
You'll leave enlightened
Brighten up your game
like bleach and T shirts
Try to keep up now
Kuz draggin ya might hurt
Just a Whiteboy
From South Omaha,Nebraska
Everyone relax
its just me flyin past ya
In your ear buzzin like a tank of nitrous hits
Have you passin out
like a fuckin Oxy trip
If the heat come round
you ain't seen me in a bit
I won't repeat it again
Don't let me hear you're talkin shit
I like it. We need no other approval. Just use our God given talents.
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