it's not a diss song, it's just a real song.....

we all day baby....

 u last night...

me... I'm, "oh you know it"....

you.... "yeah right"....

your Governor must be a manic depressive, you living in a sad state.....

papa smurf ain't bluer than you, hurry up and wait.....

do a bad job, like Apoo.......... can't curry the weight....

burried in fate....

we cut different, I can't relate....

you polka dots, I'm plaid as fuck, so stripey...

volunteer reasons why you shouldnn't go, and like me....

gutsy, i'm cuspy....risky... 

grin makes you wanna spite me.....

even though on papes, it's lookin like fly planes....

and you must be a short bum, you only work small change.....

normal simply ain't gon happen,  ain' t gon be rearranged...

molecules trend chase,tryna get in the game....

none of this has been stated to cut through you....

but the shit that you do....

man, act like you ain't got the stinky doodoo....

you know it's bad, when we don't even have to look at you, to look through you.....

fuck nuts, it's just cause and effect, not the island voodoo....