They tell me that I'm arrogant/ I say I gotta be, I'm a bastard, and it's time for parent shit/ Who else SC as me, say it like I'm daring them/ These John Does lack the defintion for comparison/ The 13th disciple, Chris Rock Shit/ Father, pardon, but they can kiss Crock's dick/ With a hurricane dame, tell FEMA stop this/ I could sport a kilt and still be the loch ness/ Tired of being overlooked and underestimated/ I'm too fly bitch, you just levitating/ Scream South Crack till it's resonating/ Till they follow Crocker with I swear I hate him/ My undertaking/ Would burn Palmetto with a stripper in stilletoes/ Her dark chocolate fingers bustin down the cigarello/ Used to make love untill her strut stuttured/ Till she screamed and then her cunt fluttered/ Asked if I was jealous, said baby I'm a rapper/ Asked if I was salty, well I am a cracker/ What's the South without Carolina/ Like a Dutch without marijuana/ Am I hot? no I'm a walking sauna/ Exude heat over looseleaf, phosporous flow/ Dr.King in me got a prosperous glow/ Followed by your ho-hum monotous shows/ No pass,don't match the comoposite of soul/ Turned the game into a place where you deposit your soul/ So I crawled up out of my sarcophagus gold/
/Isis tried Osirus me, but that was one chapter/ Say life a bitch, so then I run past her/
You're only as big as the goal that you come after/ So when you say Spartanburg , you think one rapper/
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