Been shameless since
A n***a doo doo-ed his dookey drawers
So he ain't afraid to hara** dames
For a booty call
Whether they reject him
Or tell him to hit it raw
Lucky for him
He's too ugly to catch cootey balls
Captured the rat pack
Chillin in his backpack
Takin naps before he
Raps it up to meet the clap cat
Scary hairy from his face
Past his nad sack
Even since he had them rolls
Of infantile back fat
Plays in the mud
Covered in the scud
But won't get pushed by peers
To indulge in foamy mugs
He think he bullet proof
Aloof when he's in the booth
Yet knows he's the sh**
Like Mr. Hankey the Christmas Poop
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Sho-You-Right
Other obsticals be oversites
They ask you, let them know
His prose explodes like dolemite
Complaints of the han*s tricks
Can't tame this
Defamation of the famous
He's too shameless
Sho-You right
You know his raps are air tight
Known to be able to rock the mic
To in the air tonight
Its a shame
He's the opposite of famous
Wait a minute no it ain't
He's too shameless
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He plays tricks
Yall think he real, but he be jokin, yall
You think the water he chugged
Was isopropanol?
Lighter to his mouth
Still spit fire
Holy water in his solo
He stay preachin to the choir
She sweat her perm out
Though she know its none of her concern
Faintin from the germs
When he opens his can of worms
Fishin for insults
When he throws the hook out
Angry with the schools rules
So he throw the book out
He need a look out
Everytime he use the portojohn
He tips it over
Then escapes the scene via portal gun
While most people waste time
With inner modacity
This kid has the capacity
To make his audacity
Opaque, its a tragety
How shame dictates life
Sometimes drive people
To self-harm by the knife
Or beatin their wife
Or bullets to heads
Of innocent kids
They layin dead full of lead
But not him
Hook