Who made Your choise? It'z Me!
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.