New Work

All i want is the money, you can have the fame;

At the spot, getting top; looking down at my brain;

Bodybaggin' and draggin' my ass, you can get drained;

Spitting bars that cause drastic action, fire and flames---

Leave wounds that cause doom and i assume that you suck;

With a crew cut, two guts and choose to use mood bucks;

I'm kind of rude, but spit truth like an abused mutt-

I could give two fucks, the new Youth proves to sleuth tough//