Dude you're a shitty rapper
A front row ticket to the rafters
A book with missing chapters
And a escape plan that leads to capture
You the opposite of good
The reason to sleep
Get clapped in the hood
Cuz we know that you weak
And listen to you speak
You sound like a geek
Trying to be street
But we don't recognize your Greek
And where your heat tucked at
Mine got my pants sagging
Only time u ride with the heat
Is on a Miami band wagon