You couldn't draw a crowd even if you were an artist,
Valivitorian of retards of course your the smartest,
Your a son of a gun and you still aint bright,
They'd still throw your black ass in jail,
Even If you paint it white,
See, I'll pick the worst song of all time, and make the song play,
I'm like carpet, I look bad, if you
rub me the wrong way,
Bitch, its sad but you're just like a poor bull, always seein red,
I'm on your wifes mind, fuckin your whores skull, with me in bed,
Its like I'm a pissed fat person, bent outta shape,
I asked hell, have BTK teach me how to rape,
You got fired from the bike company cause you can't handle bars,
So you had to steal Saturn's rings, as if your a vandal of stars,
But the real scandal is mars, who got a spouse,
Took a shit on her lips, then called her a potty mouth,
Even if you were Hanes, you couldn't do one push up right,
And your boxer briefs are like George in '08, Bush up tight,