You're in a motel six
Choking on six dicks
So open wide whilst I spit this
sh**, and relax it
Expand and contract it
Play a game and enact it
I'm like a poet, you know it
Spit a slow sonnet but you want it supersonic
But I want it super silence
Whilst you glorify violence
And s**, violent s** and flex whilst he stroking your legs
And I roll my eyes back, whilst i lean back to my back pack
Do the white line of crack in my snapped back
Roll it to the point whilst your brain looks back at it
And he puts that playboy on the Craftmatic
Put cash in her crack but you want erratic cash in the gash attic
I couldn't draw for sh**
I couldn't crawl for sh**
I couldn't talk till six
And when I talked I spit
Rhyming abuse
Like cancerous Doctor Seuss
But don't call the doc call the coroner
'cos you're getting co*k from a hot foreigner
Whose only ramming for a green card
But he'll cram in the back till he seems hard
'Cos kind guys like him got the nation
Screaming close the door immigration
Racist salivation over identification
Racial filtration in place to stop an amalgamation of race
They'll spit in your face in the name of progress