I spit out rhymes left and right
Make you look for the light
You haven't played this game
I'll make you feel ashamed
Slap the shit out ya
Make the crowd go ahhhh
Leave ya laying on the floor
While I'll be headed for the door
Teach you a lesson bout this redneck
Make it look like you were in a car wreck
Roll snake eyes with your body
I don't give a shit your a Leprade
Names don't mean shit when your in here
Fear street ain't nothing to play with dear
These cell bars only hold you in
Pop ya neck and the story is fin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem