Tell You Something

Rapping and pooping part two
Whatcha gonna do, I'm true
To the beat, from the street
Why don't you

Take a look at my gold chains
Yes, why don't you
Make a book about Soul Train
And let me poo

'cause I've got reasons
And poopy thoughts
About planned treasons
But what you brought

In here is whacked out
It makes me sad and scared
I blacked out
your friggin' cousin friggin' dared me

To bust apart a brand new pot-ty
Smash that porcelain
And make it shoddy
Yes, I used the force again

And I'm sorry
For making you look inferior
Your bad
Tony said minister of interior

You fuckface
Got something to lose
But nothing to gain
I'm out of luck, Trace

Can I call you Tracy
'cause I feel so spacey
But not like Kevin Spacey
More like William Macy

So bust it out
And piss like trout
I gots a tire
My shits on fire

Peace to the Corporation Foundation of New Zealand.