No one thinks that a white boy can make a rap
But chill out, sit and grab a snack
First of all, in my rhymes I don't cuss
Now chill out boy don't cause a fuss
I been spendin many years studying in the library
So you can bet by now I got a infinite vocabulary
My flow be smoother than ice
I got plenty of manners and I'm always nice
On Christmas Eve I'm on the top of the list
But don't underestimate or you'll talk to my fist
But errday I be gangsta spittin
My haters be always over steppin
But don't matter I make it rain over all
lAnd you can bet by now I know how to ball
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