It ain't no shit but a young brotha tryin to get by in the everyday struggle. I'm doin rhymes now, fuck the crimes now.
The Lonely Tree
The tree sits in the yard all alone.
A rabbit stole a carrot and ran through the grass.
The house is next to the tree and is small.
The apples on the tree are red and they fell.
How was the carrot little rabbit?
This one is to my pal Ernie, who wet his pants on Billy Madison:
Ernie's Legacy
Even though he is famous,
He keeps it on the low,
He was in Billy Madison,
Now he does track fo' sho.
His real name is Jared,
But he goes by James,
He doesnt look like a ferret,
And doesn't play reindeer games.
He peed his pants on the silver screen,
And awed the world with his face,
Now he is staying lean,
By running in many a track race.
He just wants to be normal,
Carey's questions annoy him like a lever,
His dream is to swim in beaches of coral,
But his lost stardom will live on forever.
You don't like my shit then fuck you. You bout to get the fuckin steppin fo I bust a midsize cap up in yo fullsized ass