Friday, March 11, 2005 ; Aint beefin.

Cause everytime ya'll talk bad about me,
I could just smell tha fish.
If I could just bottle up,
And let my mind be at ease.
It's like the jar that is being thrown far.
If im not talented,
I wunt be rappin.
My rhymes is nothing.
But at least I can spit.
Spit some verses to make u realise how to treasure a person.
Are u feeling nervous?
I've had.
Damn it.
Fuck it.
HA! dont worry.
I wunt be forgettin.

(NAMEOFAUTHOR) TOTALLY RANTED at 7:21:00 PM