Yo, fuck you shits who rip on my beats. You guys give it a try. I started rapping maybe a month or two ago. This is how far I've gotten already? Bitches please.

You know what, I don't give a fuck
what you all say
I'ma pump my shit everyday, an bitch that's okay
but for one when you say, that my shit sounds fake
Man that raises the steaks ,cus I know my beats
got unexpected breaks, but the words go deeper
than most fuckin lakes, But for some reason
I just can't shake, the wake of your words man
I just don't understand, How you think you can
say that my life is a sham, So fuck you honkie
I'd bury you in the sand, without even layin' a hand
on your damn punk ass bitch, You don't know my sitch.
You don't know my clique, You wont flow better than this
Man gimme a beat, an' I'll fuckin' rip it up
Just give it up, 'cus I live it rough
I can't get enough of the game man
As I chant and build some fame man
So fuck you bitch, you the one who's lame and
You the one who got nothin' but shame
Mother fucka can you blame, can you tame where I came
all the clothes I own is stained, and I'm fuckin' this close
To livin' in a camper trailer, So mother fucker don't you dare flame
or I'ma whail on ya, Build you a pine box an'
through some nails in ya
bitch you never gonna spit like this
Tryin this shit'll leave you in jail, you never gonna make bail
Bitch I'm more of a pirate, Than a fuckin' gangstuh
'cus I run the black sails, and I'ma shank yuh
walk the plank son,This aint no prank bitch