for once not on ur arms but on some wax
a record of those things you call "raps"
sounds more like queefs blowing past your meat flap
hanging around giving niggas the clap
bitch close them legs up!
damn u fouler than a garbage dump
filled with dead hookers sprawled out for a hump
by a gang of herpied albinos
and blind winos
looking for some free Os
they be passing u right up
aint wanting no fucking cholos
pull down ur pants they wont stop to look at that
no one be eating you out, ho
except maybe a sewer rat
gonna have to hurry if you want to beat me to the
never guess who i got producing mine
timbaland's skillz will make my pockets jingle
profits from ur sales wont buy you more than a pringle
what do you expect when ur's is done by rob van winkle?
bitch u dont recognize?
it's not like he's wearing a disguise, bitch OPEN UR EYES
thats motherfucking VANILLA ICE