Yo, my name is Brad
And my rhymes are really not good
A lot of other rappers try to rhyme
But I don't give a fuck cuz I don't have the skills
In the studio, trying to make that cash
See a fine bitch and I slap her on the leg
Cuz I'm a pimp and that's what I do
And if you step to me then I'll kill someone
We chillin' at the hotel
If you don't wanna party you can go to sleep
But if you're up then it's going down
Cuz we got the worst rhymes in this whole damn area
Smoke fat blunts when I roll in my ride
Yo, you can run but you can't remain hidden
Two bitches in my car yeah you know what's up
Whip out my dick and I bust a move
And if you see me on the street
You better turn around and start using those brains
People always tell me I should rhyme my words and I'm like
Nah, man
We chillin' at the hotel
If you don't wanna party you can go to sleep
But if you're up then it's going down
Cuz we got the worst rhymes in this whole damn area
