I was locked up and he picked me up from the pen.
Only to get me out to mock the mastery of his friend.
From sleepin in his dads basement to getting back on my own again.
Realizing later our friendship will stretch rather than mend.
Obstacles and people tried to break through the ends.
Always forever confused like a hoopty loose never tight like a benz.
He will never be polished and be considered one of the best rap gems.
This is why he took what he could, acted crooked with bends.
Suckin' on the nuts of a another brother who once had it made in this rap biz.
But what he don't see clear through the fog and the fizz,
is there is no moving forward with a cat that only does back spins.
No forward movement in the steps of their sins.
Faking out the public, their friends in the peanut of their minds cabins.
I only have ever spoken the truth in my showcased attractions.
For it takes no struggle to pop their bubble no matter how expensive the booth or shiny the mics capsule captions.
For he who has strength in words is the lord to dismay their distractions.
If the Inner City Posse was number one today they would ditch the gangsta chains and eminem style actions,
watch them switch up to face paint and hatchets.
proving their faces are like fictional facets with std's and rashes.
Once with shortcut the strawberry slut cuz they are no match to this,
this is where they will lay like peeled mustaches,
as i'm slicing them with my battle words like battle axes.
They could try to come back all day and try to match this.
But they are weak and brittle with no strings to their fiddle after I continue to push truth about these punk faggots.
as a ghost to nothing he writes like a fly leaving larva of some maggots.
Now let's talk about twit bitches that acts like an ass.
Perpin' like you ride bikes. nothing to show but a face with road rash.
I bet you open up the jewel case and he has pink hair and some spikes with his ass hanging out in some chrome chaps.
Mohawks and mayhem acting like punks with no class raunchy like rats,
Detroits ultimate dumb ass douche face hacks.
No moves and no real rhythm or tempo to each day that may pass.
Acting like hes a thug bigtime with some cash,
Another clown of his class and another child raised by a fool
Drinkin' pickle juice with his dick against a speaker instead of going to school.
More like a big fuckin dummy. He is merely for the laughs like snap-on vs. a china man tool.
All he cares is to get rich
Because stupid is as stupid does playing assistant as V's ultimate bitch.
Sucking dicks and colabs worth shit is the mere fate of his track list.
You'll never amount or ever stack up.
Cuz everything about you lacks luster a true mac like me does.
Your soft hearted no warrior and weak n' juicy fuzz.
like a hoopty piece of crap filled with thugs tapped on dubz.
Act all hard and sweet like wrinkly nutz.
when all you ever do is ride in the back seat trapped in those hole in the wall clubs.
