I drink 8-ball- till ma face-falls,flat in my lap/
crack open my piggy-bank to buy a new cadillac/
and as a matter of fact-i aint even got a licensce/
but my bodys filled wid Vodka 'n my mind is filled with violence/
im a tyrant,vomit already from moms spaghetti/
hell yeah i bite lyrics-so call me- the rap Tommy Vercetti/
ill through ya ass off a jetty,-ankles tied to a breeze-block/
noose the laces of your Reeboks and hang u from tree-tops/
"please cops" -"geez,what!?" -just leave it a mystery/
coz if i dont make it in rap-still gonna go down in history/
just gone down on your sister-"see!?"-when is she 23?/
"yo she aint even 16 yet!!"-damn it must be the Hennessey!/
i guess rap is my remedy-to lifes stress and my fidelity/
thats why i tap these buttons every time that you yell at me/
i cant escape the boredom-cant release ma anger/
guess this is Boy meets World-still tryna fuck Tapanga/
create a-band-a retards,who eat dogs and tap watches/
dribbling over mics,instead of spittin-just rap botches/
i slap nazi's sideways,and find ways to become famous/
sick a ringin' Moes and asking for Hugh Janus/
as humane as Tom Green-stood at a bomb scene/
with a stick of dyno in his hand,gettin branded a dumb fiend......


shit shit shit -wanna continue this but gotta go out!!! il do it later-whats the start like?

yeah nice shit kegz look at your 1st chat what u did from when u cam e back i put a note on it reply what u have to say
PREZ