for Joe

Excuse my potty mouth but its dirty like the south

Dirty like a pornstars spouse, Imma fuckin powerhouse

But why am i saying shit you already knew

Joe I hit him up and i finally came through,

I get offended when i hear these niggas copying each other

I mean come on i get that's your brother,

but your fucking his style, like his thoughts of fucking your mother

I dont even wanna rap for money, Or rap for the recognition

Im baggin the opposition, praying someone listens

to my mixtape, its not a mistake, Killinois nigga thats my place

chiraq 9th wonder of the world, a city filled with hate

But imagine if your in my shoes, and you vision

your father wrongfully placed in prison

you grew up to hate everybody, you against everybody

Like father unlike the son, like the son dislike the father

excuse me if i wander, beyond the line but im going farther

naw fuck it, its not my song, i''ll leave it up to my nigga joe to slaughter