What's up

I'm just chillin like a villin weallin and deallin
But not try to be stealin peoples rhythem but my rhymes are just tissum.
Cuz i spit this stuff off the top of my head make yall ugly mugs go to bed
Just like the doctor said please dont dread or you'll be dead.
Cuz see i rhyme time twice cuz i'm nice while i'm sportin the ice o yeah and yo mamma got lice
And she cant suffice the pain it's just no gain after the rhyme it'll leave a stain on your screen cuz i'm one tight mean chillin like a villin machine.
Ya'll chicks dont want me.
Ya'll cant think of the thought of u tryin to be wit me it's like a glimpse u cant touch but fear
Cuz when i'm near it makes u shiver like a quear in fear.
So remember never to mess wit the big C cuz i'll mess u up on the freestylin scene.

By:Curtis Simmons