Текст песни Earl D. - Ill Shit

Do you know who I am? Forget me for a minute now
Over the years I've been thrown right to left, fucking rappers don't care for people.
Yes, I don't look like a drop of Mr. perfection itself, and
My life is nothing like the success of Eminem, so hurry up.

I have only to blame for the fact that I passed the line of this recyclable material,
Years go by, but to repeat to my love, I wind your flow on a dick like curlers, maniac!
The rappers read like "kva-kva-kva-kva", they throw off this slag in flasks,
But all this is just water - bon aqua, and a hike in the brain of Wacka Flacka.

Free me from this cry that falling from heaven to earth is only my fate,
I cut off my haters' legs, hands, throw them into a saucepan and salt with sulfate.
What kind of travel to hell? I already said "good bye hollywood",
There are a lot of rapid-fires trying to rap, but the report went up to minutes.