get a pen and pad so i can write down this verse

dem haters be hatin thinkin they hatin can couse me a curse

but they know if they keep it up they gonna get it worse

im dat rapper thats known as the teen that don't write a lick

and some never heard of me yes but the ones that did heard me spit

but some haters finna hate on me so they gonna need a cross kit

maybe a bandage no maybe some surgry cuz they finna have a 9, through they head

anyway my rapping was so good i made an avalenge 

and after i hurted dem haters lets just say they finna hop in that ambulece

lie to they mommys and daddys that it was all an acsednt on tha stage 

they fell oh...well boo hoo now they in a grave

i don't need to worry cuz im tryna stack theses dollar signs like the twin tower

make it taller make it high and make it higher

selling all of theses albums is just gonna make ya haters hate mo N make my pockets fatter ima hop in my chevy hope dem bitches try not a still my cheese 

oh....well im not worried ima lock my box with this key 

so im gonna take a ride up in theses streets no ima stop for some deeze

chunk up tha duece oh...shit! dem haters stop they trashed up whip in a slow creep

they got they 5's but ima be ready for them i got my 9

don't got nuttin to worry bout cuz ima have dem in that hospitals bed at nite

and after that ima make this cheese stacked like the twin towers

and i got so much witnesses they thought i was ms. Michael Myers 

so if ya got another ? to say about this here rap....nuttin 

then im gone....holla back









						     



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