spex - fuck OT

spex - fuck OT

Well, you're that white-ass whigger rocking gold chains
Whining 'bout everything I write while you can't take some complaints
This is criticism, take it and evolve bitch
'Cause at the time of being, shit you write doesn't even belong in lyricism
Who smoked weed and OD'd? Who ended up legless after cutdowns?
It's OT! - Even the police recons him as the downside of Uptown
But "Don't take it serious", kid realise, I'm just playing, while you
got kicked out of music-class 'cause... Well, that goes without saying
And you got kicked out of gym-class 'cause your pimple-ass went raging
and then got kicked out of photo-class 'cause... Well, that goes without saying
Not to talk 'bout art skills, throw the can, stop the graffing
And the vocals, throw the mic, the mixer and simply stop rapping
CD or casette, mp3's; GET IT FAGGET!
You couldn't shake a booty shuving a stereo up their asses
So read the facts, hit me back before you start panicing
Or else you'll end up with this ecxellent breathcontrol, like Anna Lind
And in the Buddha Bar, I leave your studdern arse with rubber gloves
For you to jump upon... and then stumble off, motherfucker
And those fake dudes in Ape crew, haven't heard a single hot line yet
Unless someones already written it or you've copped my shit
So, get at me, write back and do it with content
Or I'll force you to rap through your nostrils, BITCH!