so its me against MIDI, some white b*tch from the south side
who pretends to be a man to gain respect from MY lines
not into well-fair receiving prostitutes and gold diggers
cant afford health care whos coworkers are cheap strippers
you’re the only caucasian with a weave, hairs barely hanging
for now u can place a dildo on the screen, n begin air bending
like avatar, collecting ur favorite president workin at a gay bar
i liked your sister at first but she wasn’t for my hoe-downs
all she said was "stop! we need to slow down"
and yelled some "BUT’s" - i said "no, you need to go down"
we went from i love you’s, to a kiss, to a showdown
you mumbled "we’re better than this" when you’re drop-outs
if its like that - entertain me, im a king with no crown
which makes me a pimp, guess i have 2 canes now (get it?)
now, ill end this by admitting im cocky (get it?), im arrogant
truth is i can eat more pussy than pac-man
oops nevermind its not over, so hold it
my next few lines may be totally off the subject
and im passed 16 bars i know it
but since i got more i thought i might as well use it, so f**k it!
cause if you think im cuttin slack, i wont even if you kneel girl
watch her come singing like that b*tch from The Real World
either that or talkin about poppin guns n s**t, nigga f**k that
is this plummer gonna pretend his whole life like the rugrats?
Yeah hopefully I don’t get in trouble for goin pass the limit, I know this isn’t 8 Mile. All in all, my flow style is more of a Lupe Fiasco and Kanye west, so keep an eye out for shifts in flow structure. I don’t battle much, i like to tell stories to say the least.