I'm Not A Gangsta Rapper.

People Look To Me To Do Things For Them, To Have Answers.

We Are Weak, Please Let Us In. We're Week, Please Let Us In." After About A Week Tha Song Is Gonna Change To, "we're Hungry, We Need Some Food." After Two, Three Weeks It's Like "give Me Some Of Tha Food! I'm Breakin Down Tha Door." After A Year It's Like, "i'm Pickin' The Lock, Comin' Through The Door Blastin." It's Like, "i'm Hungry.

I'm Gonna Tie You Up, Blind Fold You, And We Gonna Play Which Hole Feel The Best.

In My Mind I'm A Blind Man Doin' Time.

My Cellmate's Raped On The Norm, And Passed Around The Dorm, You Can Hear His Asshole Getting Torn.