wrote this to that "who want it" beat.
its the lyrical mastamind
i kick rhymes to pass the time
dont need to brag to shine
dont owe you folks no dope because the grass is mine
im so dope my muted instrumentals blast ya lines
so where the party at, bitches gitcha party hats
made you dance in the same place that i farted at
ya heads where my targets at
ahead of the herd, this kids too far to catch
if the bitches purse is too hard to snatch
pull her hair, push her down the stairs and scream amer.......ica
chica, said she wanna eat a deek up, so speak up
busted a nut in a D-cup
we fuck, up as much as we can and we shant give a damn cuz we can't
dummy, you must need a spanking
expected me to not go for the throat what was you thainkin?