Rap Chutney
it's that funny/ how i wrap mummies/
in pages of lyrics or cash money/
im mad runny/ goin so fast u need crash dummies/
2 catch me, in tha act of my rap so cats gun me/
slap chubby/ rappers and rip off ther fat tummies/
its sad buddy/ leavn da place jus dam bloody/
from tha cold-blooded killer
pumped by a dead heart/ i jump, fry and jus start/
2 gun guys wit lead shots/ 2 ther bum, eye or head/
dartin 4 ur arteries/ this is how i harm mc's/
i cant liv in harmony/ wit damn kids dat wanna be/
a champ in tha art of freestlyle/ from tha outer, deep wild/
rap industry while/ they cant liv wit me/
how am i sposed be mild/ on fucking hoes that see my/
interestn flow 2 b like/ its not my own/
wel its from tha dome/ topped to conquer homes/
of lots of otha ownz/ who think they'r both
cool and they'r hot-(like summer snow?)
