this wack cat had to many hits from the bong like soul assassins and cypress hill/
before he lay his wack ass to rest pray to god and ask him for some skill/
you might get it one day when you see the black panthers and kkk in a gay day parade/
together holdin each others hands joyfully, witch means never will it happen/
posin in front of the mirror with a mic in hand, now honestly man could you see yourself rappin/
don't take it personal I'm only statin the facts, you fake you gay and we all know you fuckin wack/
so run that shit back so I can put it past you again on seventy five different tracks/
put on wax and let it skip sayin you wack, you wack, you wack/
maybe now you can get that shit through to ya fuckin thick ass head/
if I was you i would assassinate myself, you cd's are worth more when you dead/
just give it some thought and let me know what you think about it tomorrow in the noon time/
and nigga this is life so get real quit actin like it's fuckin cartoon time/
