I don't know where im goin with these lines
Getting tired of my rhyimes
Sometimes they take me back in time
Back to when life was fine
Back when ppl wasn't dyin
And jus by writting lyrics im tryin
To help someone get through the day with laughter
And then help them the night after
Im a rhyme crafter
Hiding in you're basement with a fricken rhyme lacker
And a fricken child smacker
And everytime I see them hit that kid
I wanna beat them and jus show em what they jus did
Cuz they jus ruined that kids life
When he grows up hes gunna be a thug and be in jail twice
Jus because you hit him
Oh well im with him
And we now on the offense
I hope my lyrics do offend
You and you're lousy self
Because when im done and my mic is on the shelf
Atleast I can say that I tried to help
