My words come out of my mouth not my ass,
My words are strong enough to put you in the grass,
And make make you dizzy and think you've gone into the past,
i make you look like a sailboat with no mast,
I wish i had a million bucks but i know i'll never have it,
I will have more cuz bill gates wallet had a sign that said grab it,
I also wish i could make money for my words,
But those fucking rich people run around like some nerds,
telling me that they can't xplain about my raps,
i told em cool down put out my cd and well have the rap industry on Taps,
but they get paranoid and decide to fire me,
So i go to another company and they decide not to hire me,
and now i'm on the streets beatin you at your game,
and so far i haven't got into the hall of fame,
but my shit is good enough to put you don and diss you,
and flush you down the toilet like some wadded up tissue,
so respond back with a badderrap to lose to my skill,
cuz you can't win to my shit cuz it's way to ill,
As i said before my shit can't be beat,
And i see that your a bitch cuz you can't take the heat.

thats all I can think of.