Oh Shit Here It Goes.

'Bout To Fake You Out.

Loc'd Out, Plus Smoked Out.

I'ma Fuckin' Faggot With No Life.

I Can't Rap So I Beat My Wife.

And It's Real.

That's 'cause I've Got No Talent.

So I Have To Fake You Out With Another Ballet.

Like I'm Real, Fool. Southside Crip.

All Them White Peeps Beat Me Witha-whip.

'Cause I'm Gay.

I Love The Company Of Men.

I Roll Around In A Rip-off Benz.

So Bitch, Shut It.

Get Off My Shit.

If You Don't Like It, Suck My Dick.



I'm Real. Freal.

Just Don't Fuck. (Fuck.)

'Cause I'm Real. X 4



So They Kickin' It On My Block,

And I Wish I Could Slang Rock.

But Them Real Niggaz Like Lynch

All Uh-pin' My Shit.

'Cause I'm Fake

For Gods' Sake.

Gimmie A Rake.

Maybe I Can Make An Honest Livin'

Working For A Little Shake.

Talkin' Fake.

So Kill Me.

And All You People Out There

Mill Me.

Gimmie A Mill So I Can Be Tyte

Tyte Like That Nigga Drowzy-right?

So I'ma Kick Like The Little Fag I Am

Like Sam-I-am

Luda Can Suck My Nut.

'Cause I'ma Queer

Takin' It Up My Rear

It's That Loc Chingy

Tryin' To Kick It With A 40

But I'm Bor-heeng.

Waitin' For Some Made-blingy.