Save your wack rhymes, hold your female. Pass the Old Gold, trash the ale. Cash your food stamps, get the WIC out the mail. Love to eat shrimps, but I never eat snail,
No-frill rappers: you will evaporate, disintegrate, deflate to your fate, as the great will dominate straight to the state Of reignin’, gainin’…So put Kane in That category. Period. End of story.
You gotta school these young macks comin’ up today… I mean to be ‘frank’, they just hot dogs, The girls are relish, and they need to catchup on they pimpin’.
