spex - fuck OT Well, you're that white-ass whigger rocking gold chains Whining 'bout everything I write while you can't take some complaints This is criticism, take it and evolve bitch 'Cause at the time of being, shit you write doesn't even belong in lyricism Who smoked weed and OD'd? Who ended up legless after cutdowns? It's OT! - Even the police recons him as the downside of Uptown But "Don't take it serious", kid realise, I'm just playing, while you got kicked out of music-class 'cause... Well, that goes without saying And you got kicked out of gym-class 'cause your pimple-ass went raging and then got kicked out of photo-class 'cause... Well, that goes without saying Not to talk 'bout art skills, throw the can, stop the graffing And the vocals, throw the mic, the mixer and simply stop rapping CD or casette, mp3's; GET IT FAGGET! You couldn't shake a booty shuving a stereo up their asses So read the facts, hit me back before you start panicing Or else you'll end up with this ecxellent breathcontrol, like Anna Lind And in the Buddha Bar, I leave your studdern arse with rubber gloves For you to jump upon... and then stumble off, motherfucker And those fake dudes in Ape crew, haven't heard a single hot line yet Unless someones already written it or you've copped my shit So, get at me, write back and do it with content Or I'll force you to rap through your nostrils, BITCH!