Alright, I got two seconds in and immediately I was like fuck not this shit again What the fuck are you talking about? Who you fucking talking to? Who you fucking trying to press? Man, I'm about to walk out dude. Who the fuck are you? What are you fucking talking about? Case closed, end of discussion You got no percussion, man. You got nothing of subject. You got no discussions Grow the fuck up. Oh wait, you can't because you fucking stuck where you at the same place, man Damn, never been nowhere, got no skills Fuck you got nothing man, it gives me the chills.

whoa hold up you're gonna break your promises i come through with these lyrical raps and a mic cord cut around your neck and now i bomb kids every single song in this orchestra is wrong kid i take the violin and smash it over your face this is my song kid the musical of life is so precise jesus christ cut the microphone device twice precise it's nice smoother than wane gretsky's ice you want to bring promises to this man i'm gonna show you that that ain't right prove you wrong now you're losing you're gone bloodhound gang man tune your song

That low-key kind of my heart