beat it your on the streets
nothing much to flavor so you know you gotta eat
it's hot inside so you sleep in the snow
can't afford a hoe so you settle for a pillow
nuts in the sack with a wacky face orgasm
hurt so good so you kick him in the balls again
pain is Satan entering the body
treat him like a brother and he'll treat you like a volley ball

we aint got nothing much
im a loser baby so why don't you kill me x2

i hate love so much i quit
quitting is for winners when the cigarette aint lit
magic on the mic like Johnson magic and Mike
i spike my hair...