u is 1 *in cheeky * dawg i swear i be goin 2 wreck u i swear on mah mums game and i no u is scared lil biiiatch gettin yo' mates ta bust me lyrics sayin dont hook up coz u r sum big-ass bastard wit musclez lol *in *ed up dawg straight-up *ed up jus shows what tha * a scared lil gay pimp u is n' whats all dis crap ur mates sendin me bout sum bodybuildin joint dat 1 of yo' faverite places ta peep pimps u lil ****in gay pimp fone me if u gots da balls cheeky prick peep if u can step up lil queer
I be thinkin you might have suttin' wack wit yo' dome. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Why is you tryin ta be all cyberbully on mah dirty ass. Do you straight-up be thinkin mah playas cares bout yo thugged-out ass. Yo ass rap ta playas like they is trash. Why would you wanna come off like dis *. Do it make you feel tough, biatch? Is you tryin ta make up fo' havin a lil' small-ass smelly dick, biatch? Yo ass need ta peep a shrink yo. Have funk goin all up in game wonderin why playas don't like yo thugged-out ass. I be bout ta hit you wit a hint though, you try ta make others feel like *. But you have failed on mah dirty ass. I know what tha **** yo ass is. Right back up in yo mutha*in ass. See, tha thang is, I be a sick guy. Yo ass on tha other hand can't control yo' stupidity. Yo ass straight-up don't even realize dat yo ass be a jerk ,do yo slick ass, biatch? When yo' olda maybe you can look back on times like dis n' peep dat you where unnecessarily rude ta playas you don't give a gangbangin' *. Right now you be thinkin yo ass is bein cleaver n' it is just a gangbangin' funk time. Keep treatin playas like you do n' peep where you end up. Yo ass can not compete wit mah intellect so I warn you ta give up before you **** wit yo ass further..
I've peeped what tha **** gettin jizzed on by a crew of playas do ta a thugged-out dude, it aint pretty. I wasn't a part of it but when I was 12 or 13 I went ta a chill away summer camp n' dis is like when we was startin ta discover porn n' jackin off. Right back up in yo mutha*in ass. Some kid brought some playboys n' naked playin cards, sht like dat wit his muthain ass fo' realz. Anyway, one kid up in our cabin was a big-ass tool, stole shiznit like chicken n' scrilla from other playas up in our cabin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthain ass. So half a thugged-out dozen lil playas decided one night ta raise up in tha middle of tha night at like 3 a.m n' take turns jackin off up in tha bathroom, hustlin up before they finished n' blowin they load on tha kid when da thug was chillin. Literally 6-8 lil playas did this, all over his wild lil' face, sheets, upper body, n' hands, one kid also done did it up in his shoes. Right back up in yo muthain ass. So any suckas wakes up tha next mornin n' we all knew what tha ** had happened but dis kid couldn't figure up why da thug was all sticky fo' like 15 minutes until a cold-ass lil counselor forced it outta a kid. Y'all KNOW dat *, muthaa! When tha kid found up da thug went straight-up nuts, like certifiably wild-ass menstrual breakdown. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Dude had ta leave tha camp fo' psychiatric treatment, most *ty part was afta tha pimpin' muthaa took a shower n' went ta leave da perved-out mutha**a stepped up in tha jizz Nikes n' also like 6 of mah playaz I never saw again n' again n' again cuz they gots kicked out.
Dude I can't stand listenin ta yo' jargon no mo'. Da fact dat you rap a *load of * dat you can not back make me believe dat you do a *load of readin n' not a *load of liftin yo. How tha **** Yo ass betta give lyrics ta playas without truly understandin what tha **** yo ass is saying, biatch? Da answer is you can't ..... Yo ass can not tell one of mah thugs suttin' without knowin if it works or not. Yo ass have no experience lifting. Yo ass hardly know anything. Everythang you do know you read up in a funky-ass book or stole from one of mah thugs. Yo ass have no factual eveidence dat it works. Yo ass just take lyrics from credible sources n' post dem as yo' own....As a aspirin underground trainer, whoz ass has straight-up dropped time hustlin up in a gym, watchin n' dissin n' *in wit. Right back up in yo muthain ass. Quit posting. Yo ass don't give a *** what tha **** youre rappin' about. Yo ass know it like a mutha****a.
When I was 12 I had mah first horny-ass experience fo' realz. At tha time, I lived up in a lil suburb outside of Cleveland n' anyway, tha hoe next door n' I was straight-up phat playas. Our muthafathas was both gone fo' tha dizzle n' dat biiiiatch was over playin Transformers wit mah dirty ass. Right back up in yo mutha*in ass. So anyway, we kinda got.. Bored I guess, biatch? And we started playin truth or dare, which turned tha * into 'you show me yours, I be bout ta show you mine". Right back up in yo mutha*in ass. So anyway there I Was, 12 muthain years old, ass pounding, blood rushin up in mah ears, n' tha chick (who was a year olda than me actually) takes off her pantizzles n' hikes her lil skirt up. Right back up in yo mutha***in ass. So What did I do, you ask, biatch? I whistled fo' a cold-ass lil cab, n' when it came near, tha license plate holla'd "fresh" n' there was dice up in tha mirror. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. If anythang I could say dat dis cab was rare yo, but I thought "naw forget it, yo home ta bel-air!" I pulled up ta tha doggy den bout seven or eight n' I yelled ta tha cabbie "yo cribs smell ya later!" Looked at mah mackdaddydom, I was finally there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. To settle mah throne as tha pimp of bel-air"