I'm sittin' in w.c. and spittin' in a fit of
strings-buildin'. Shit-fillin' rappin' swillin' of spits
with the beat mixes with clicks of piss'es drips
And neat liftin' burps comes in farts brims often slits.
These baster deeds are even for the weak dimwits
cannot wit it, but brake It's brains like it is crisp.
I've put in the strings even Ma Mothers deeds and tits.
Now tryta say Me I've chose makin' some of wrong deeds.