''Everybody spits rhymes but yours are not like mine
Mine are colored green and yours are shaped like stop signs
My mind so advanced it competes with itself
I got a need to believe I can achieve more
than wealth health and dental, im in it
To win it and then some, rubbing on my
Balls looking like im gonna cum
Nope, nope, splash
Im not the ultimate but im heaven sent
And hell bent to drop s**t like
Ill poet with no books or scripture, the smooth mind in me is like an elixir
Can u picture do u lack in the talent to walk tightrope with just an umbrella for balance
Tip the skills, like tip drills go deep in they pocket
For silicone and highheels,
but I keep on doing what I do like they told me and never let the stress
Or bus**t fold me''
