Gangsta Rap Freestlye

[Verse]
Fuckin' all that gangsta rap, that shit ain’t gonna work
And when you give 'em brutal honesty, that shit is gonna hurt
They call me white cracker, I ain’t eatin' no Ritz
“Oh, he’s white and he spits”
They just don’t care about talent, they care about what’s on your wrist
Y’all don’t know the definition of a diss
I see you fire shots, and boy you always miss
I see your girl in the back and blew the bitch a kiss
(*Kissing noises*)
Listen here, homie, I’ma keep it real simple
If you cross me again, I’ma pop you like a pimple
Think I’m playin 'til I leave you crippled
Wrap your body in some tin foil
Like for many reasons, I’m changin' like the seasons
You gon' need a tampon for the way I leave you bleedin' (Aye)
Huh, yuh, boy, I’m not sleepin' (Sleepin’)
Uh, yeah, bitch, I got your girl leavin' (Leavin’)
Uh, yeah, and she tastin' all my semen
Ohh, burn everything I was taught
Bitch, new album: Lost
Uh!