Little brainstormin thing haha like 3 and a half minutes
See I'm stuck to these chords like a cancer patient,
Stuck on this dirt hill where the ants are racin,
Biting at the hands of racist,
Till their hands and face been dried and fried like clams or raisens,
Drinkin up the blood after your family's wasted,
Little African childern askin 'Can we taste it',
Hurry up ya whole family's waitin,
Lickin up the candy coke can we toke that candy tastin,
Yall motherfuckas swop for my style after you copy than we paste it,
I've been waitin my whole life to die, check the time and well today's it,
I can search the whole world to find the tannest racist,
Snip off his fingers and toes all my lingerin foes as I ram his face in,
Bow and arrow is cold and narrow to the head of the man who ran the station,
I'm so quick with the knife, swift when I strike because the hammers blatant,
See I'm writing this way and swipin ya face both with the hand of Satan
Sorry guys but I'm runnin out at 16 like an emancipation