Been shameless since A n***a doo doo-ed his dookey drawers So he ain't afraid to hara** dames For a booty call Whether they reject him Or tell him to hit it raw Lucky for him He's too ugly to catch cootey balls Captured the rat pack Chillin in his backpack Takin naps before he Raps it up to meet the clap cat Scary hairy from his face Past his nad sack Even since he had them rolls Of infantile back fat Plays in the mud Covered in the scud But won't get pushed by peers To indulge in foamy mugs He think he bullet proof Aloof when he's in the booth Yet knows he's the sh** Like Mr. Hankey the Christmas Poop ------------------------------------------------------------ (Hook) Sho-You-Right Other obsticals be oversites They ask you, let them know His prose explodes like dolemite Complaints of the han*s tricks Can't tame this Defamation of the famous He's too shameless Sho-You right You know his raps are air tight Known to be able to rock the mic To in the air tonight Its a shame He's the opposite of famous Wait a minute no it ain't He's too shameless ------------------------------------------------------------- He plays tricks Yall think he real, but he be jokin, yall You think the water he chugged Was isopropanol? Lighter to his mouth Still spit fire Holy water in his solo He stay preachin to the choir She sweat her perm out Though she know its none of her concern Faintin from the germs When he opens his can of worms Fishin for insults When he throws the hook out Angry with the schools rules So he throw the book out He need a look out Everytime he use the portojohn He tips it over Then escapes the scene via portal gun While most people waste time With inner modacity This kid has the capacity To make his audacity Opaque, its a tragety How shame dictates life Sometimes drive people To self-harm by the knife Or beatin their wife Or bullets to heads Of innocent kids They layin dead full of lead But not him Hook