My story

"Jeepers, Creepers where'd you get them peepers" do you remember that song/

probably not because you were smoking a bong while playing with ur moms thong/

Did you really just call the cops?/

But i do gotta give you props/

I called the cops on a fag for jay walking/

I also got my neighbor caught just for stalking/

but im bout to get yo ass for talking/

You must be dumber than Jay hawkings/

I dont wanna hear your mocking/

But foreal im sorry for the dissin/

Im sorry.....Sike/

I aint done KiKE/

Wanna go fly kites when im dont hitting your body with my ugly bike/

Ima burn you on this long flight/

Here how I got started Rapping/

take notes you wont be laughing/

One day my friend conny came over to my house with some country music/

"I asked what is this shit"/

She said "You gotta use it...learn to abuse it"

I say" Do i gotta mix it"/

She like "no you gotta fix it"/

I started mixing this shit, with 2 oppositits,I put my headphone on/

mixed it off the dome and so it became my new big home/

Now im here let me hear your story.