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Published on Apr 30, 2012
listen, I ain't got love for these rappers communist visions I'm a bad rap capitalist who's vicious with his competition ''Your almost famous!'' but your stuck in disposition like amatuer in porno - eventually your sick of spitting. Splittin' visions like 20/20, they all up on me like a bunch of zombies tryna con me into finding kony or voting romney; probably lost your purpose... like astitue prostitues providing protection for secret service preach decernment -- you can have the camera bitch smile, you can take myspace pics and purse your lips it's over -- have the fat lady sing for that when you gave her the mic she dropped a rap and never gave it back! black burry my I- phone, laugh at that memorize my lyrics cause my minds gotta app for that. Damn, I ain't tryna be the best at rap... I'm sick of signing autographs and tupacs gotta' hologram call it crap, like these critics are gonna' harm me Got them folding in' mentally for my minds orgami this is abstract art past the distance of the stars not even ''universal'' could pan that far even fucking gravity ''under stands'' my law but half of this lazy nation can't stand to appalud. The truth is, this hip hop shit wanted to marry me. I reached into her wardrobe and found her insecurities. Plus, mother natures daughter is more my type... but father time said she better be back by nine... don't play! So while your acting like your laid today... I'm getting blow from hurricane katrina -- raining on your gay parade!
Shouts to Denace for hosting this contest: www.youtube.com/theofficialnasty