I was waitin 4 a comeback 2 go hard so for now I'ma keep takin practice shots:

I don't like the taste of bread
So I got ya buns sliced thin
put money where ma mouth is
i wouldnt know where to begin
Son ma shit make more sense
Than a dam slot machine win
Penny's for couple of thoughts
I got fuckin dollars 2 spend
Mad wigged ya hats on the floor
You cant afford single again
You need people to drop sense
you actin for change ma friend
I ain't change for you ever
Call me 20 dollar bill then
ya ass feel ill in the end
Shit explode like a fragment
To spit more than a vowel
I make a bowel movement
Meanin ya shit leavin ma dick
You like semen for the foul scent